I made my way back
from life as a cloud painter
to rustle these leaves
A lady from Twents told me many years ago to go back to the spring: Luister aan de ruiseling van het haart, to listen to the spring flowing in my heart. Sometimes I almost seem to hear it a little writing poems here like a rustling breath in leaves. Extraordinary really. Wattpad is my path to prayer.
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BIRDSONG
PoetryShort poems and a wandering mind. Life and love in the twinkle of a bird's eye. "Evening light fits the cove rock, a mouthful of gold. Cormorant bathes in amber, deeply still..." #29 non-fiction, #38 poetry. #5 haiku! These are in lots of differ...
