There for a moment dead and gone
passing by, then into the crowd, obscurity
eyes of a fire lit by falling stars
and carried with the rising waters
carving landscapes in red clay
down to the sea from mountain roots
with hands deep in empty pockets
grasping distant worlds
Deadlights hang in trees along darkening paths
reflected in those passing eyes and gone
the opposite direction as the crowd closes in
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Your voice/your reciting really brought this piece to life. At first I read it. Then I listened to you. In hearing you, I received it a way I didn’t when I read it; I think I got it the way you intended it to be received. Good job!! Cheers, Dee
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Thanks very much Dee! I’m glad it resonated with you (: cheers!!
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Cheers
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