Watch as I play this lute
Hypnotizing you with melodious notes.
Follow me into the trees
We dance until you fall to your knees
Here
A drink to stifle your thirst
Treats and wheat that will fill you...
At first...
Have you ever sat to watch the shadows
Of night
Climb the trees?
There's somethin humbling in it.
I sit and think a million things
And yet...
All are lost to me now
But I cling to the sensation of
Bearing witness
To all
To the power
Of nature's cycles.
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Dumping Grounds
PoesiaSometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
