Deep in the woods, beyond my reach I know certain birds reside. They call my name in morningsong, mourning my inability to reach where they must be found. Come to me instead, I reply, wishing fervently for a path… A path in the woods where I would not be lost to the seductions of the…
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Like a Fool I’ve Desired
In the moon’s dreams, it danced with a girl. It was different than dancing with the sun. The sun was always out of reach, lonely whisps curling ribbons that were snipped by jealous comets. They were spinning in beat with a voiceless melody, the absent tune swallowing the space between everything and nothing. Everything and…
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The window is open tonight, the breezeless evening sighing in the silence of the moon. Another sleepless sheep wanders the pastures beyond the glass pane, grazing on grass that cries in the fond memory of golden sunlight dew. Occasionally the sheep stops to inspect the odd flower protruding from the greens, but she steps past…
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If the thing had been in a fairytale or a nursery rhyme, I reckon it would have been the big, bad wolf. Its stomach would have been carefully cut open with scissors, and stuffed with heavy, heavy rocks. The stitches would be crude– but that would be okay, it was going to fall down a…
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Mr. Verd had always believed that fallen leaves were symbols of change. Where you found one shriveled skeleton, it could be ascertained that a youthful bud had emerged from the depths of a timeless slumber. When Autumn came, whistling melodies of foreshadowed snow, the man wished he could walk among boulevards of sunset showers, surrounded…
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