Other ways of thinking
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Feb 25, 2024
Feb 25, 2024 at 1:00 PM UTC
The wind blew and I heard a thousand voices.
Laughing, crying, telling the tales of time.
Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 1:32 PM UTC
Scarlet tufted malachite sunbird
Ruby, emerald, sapphire
Feathered jewels take flight
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
My soul craves the breath of the wind on my face, and the sound it makes when it rushes by me and rustles the trees.
My soul thirsts for the ocean and the sight of the sun sparkling like diamonds upon the dancing water. The sounds of the waves kissing the shore and rushing out again.
My soul lusts for the green spaces where grass very softly touches my feet and flowers dance with the bees and butterflies, enticing the air with the scent of jasmine and rose.
My soul is nourished by the warmth of the sun that lights my way through all of this wonder.
My soul lies peacefully under the gentle moon, blanketed by twinkling stars from ancient worlds.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
Your eyes called me to myself.
Your shelter healed my soul.
Even while my heart was breaking.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
I live in winter where everything sleeps.
Time is as silent as the falling snow.
Cold wind sweeps through trees so bare- I have nowhere to go.
Resting 'til life green and new stirs from its sleep.
The earth awakens me.
I live in spring where things begin and the frost replaces the dew on the wild violets. Rain sprinkling down in silvery threads giving life to the earth.
I live in summer where the endless golden sun shines upon the earth. The scent of honeysuckle floats on the breeze,
like the sweetest of all my dreams.
I live in autumn with its crisp cooling air.
The towering trees take on a golden glow as they light the way to the fruits the earth has grown.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
Twilight gives way to darkest night.
Lit only by the sparkle of stars.
Keeping the past alive for the future.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
These old sheets are like the remnants of our life together.
Mismatched, torn, and stained.
I just want to move on and get new ones.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
Somehow years of working had frozen them.
Forgetting the meaning.
Worn and faded they keep to themselves
While they lose the memories they never make
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
The sound of your voice is home.
Tell me you have always loved me.
Kiss me like it is the last time you'll see me and say goodbye...
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC