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Softly speaks the nightingale,
and whistles shrill –
the whippoorwill –
who takes his turn to tell a tale.
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Not lost or lonely,Not dead, nor empty:I’m full — so if onlyI could tell what’s within me.
Nov 25, 2024If Only
Not lost or lonely,Not dead, nor empty:I’m full — If onlyI could tell what’s within me.
Aug 16, 2024Quelled
From a midnight in SeptemberAnd the January’s cold.For so long as I remember,But so few I’ve ever told.
Aug 16, 2024The Tendency.
Tendrils of thought come creeping -- wry -- and books take root somewhere behind. They spawn their seeds as he walks by. He mends the books, they tend his mind.
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