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Seethe
Seethe
Through the window
I saw it
the summer ripe tree
a silhouette
in the tired light
the wind
hot and harsh
rippled the leaves
and I saw it
made of shadows
and borrowed blues
strange constellations
in the flutter of velvet
stars that seethed
with stories untold
Through the window
I saw it
the summer ripe tree
a silhouette
in the tired light
the wind
hot and harsh
rippled the leaves
and I saw it
made of shadows
and borrowed blues
strange constellations
in the flutter of velvet
stars that seethed
with stories untold
Published 4th Sep 2023
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5th Sep 2023 2:10pm
An excellent reminder of how we need to slowdown and enjoy the gifts around us that are fre. Hugs and peace, Oral
22nd Aug 2024 3:10am
