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Golden grains of dawn
I twirl my fingers in the morning sand,
the golden grains brushing against my skin.
Day after day,
they soak up the sun's energy,
ready to heat whatever they touch.
Whenever the water rushes over them, -
To Gaze at the Results
Water glides along my body,
As I resist the restrictions
That it puts on me.
I propel my legs and arms,
Pulling myself forward,
Fighting the substance
That makes be weightless,
But still makes my muscles ache. -
Holding Ground
The trees stand boldly,
swaying in the gentle wind,
but still holding ground.
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Manipulated Chances
A soccer ball is kicked from a foot,
quickly rolling across the grass.
The grass understands the ball's duty,
and lets itself be flattened
from the glossy sphere.
It's trapped by a cleat
that rolls it away from others. -
Grounding roots
I gently sketch the branches
of a great pine tree.
I craft them to be delicate
but sturdy.
They hold power,
strength, and glory.
I draw the ground high,
so I can show
the roots that ground it. -
Codes Into My Flute
My fingers dance across my keys,
My lips bend into my embouchure,
And a soft note arises.
My fingers know what to do,
Shifting and caressing,
punching a code into the instrument.
Loves
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Real happiness
From past friends
or mild acquaintances
there will be times where I am not only acknowledged
but appreciated
it makes me happy
makes me content
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The True Octopus
I hear your concerns,
feel your pain, your joy, your laughter.
I know your doubts, what keeps you up at night.
But I will not change for you.
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frost
the frost on the window
spreads like wings on a bird
my hand cools
as the warmth melts the fog away
the rare gift of marks
if anything
marks aren't made enough
at least not for good
i draw
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The magic of snow while driving with you
This is a retelling of a short story I wrote in 2023 for a blizzard challenge prompt!
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