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Tag: Patience

this, dark echo of birth

It tears its way
down from the eyes
down from the soul
down from the beginning

It tears its way
into the world
to end

and so it begins

for there are moments
of saturated empathy
of compassion
of the need to feel

and so it begins

this, dark echo of birth
this mirth
this, rain
this pain

tears its way
into a heart
unconsummated

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Screech!

Wildflowers adorn the mirrored walls
in silent reflections of eternity
as tables sit with an emptiness of patience
relishing the memories of lost conversations
and faded aromas of coffee and toast

the stillness drifts into the shadows
to wrap itself around the legs of chairs
waiting in anticipation for the air of fresh hungry tongues

and OH! Just listen to it screech in delight!

Much to the annoyance of the poet!

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