Fall Favorites (pt.2)
More by elise.writer
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fragile foundation
every twist of inadequacy's blade
(each one worse than the previous)
fell in a rhythmic order, one that your silence
carried in. did you hate me?
you'd never say so. so blindly, i never changed.
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sunday nights
sunday nights are my own.
old music in the corners of my mind
pen scratches on paper, ten thousand poems
two hundred and seventy-two
little golden lights, 4 walls
that mirror my soul.
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pain of indifference
At the hurl of a storm, the tree collapses.
Stagnant from then on, broken. Such an easy thing to be.
In the unpredicted wind, it sways
back and forth on its trunk, tendons straining
Comments
If anyone ever wondered why a sunflower was called a sunflower, these pictures would be the ones to show them. It truly looks like a flower of fantasy, off there in the distance, among the great blooms of the field... What a perfect day to go outside with your camera, these are all so stunning!
thank you soo much!!
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