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Angharad Dec 16
After the storm I always fall back down to you

Skeleton leaves losing height

Weightless birds lost in flight

Resurrected feelings drifting back down to you
Angharad Dec 13
I only really breathe in two places

I hold air in my lungs until I’m between trees or words

Alive only when the poetry of the world resurrects me
Angharad Nov 28
How I miss that sycamore now. It’s gnarled and twisted yet perfectly elegant branches, crowding around me, holding me in my solitude.

Unconditional love that roots deep into the ancient soil of this place of moss and myths, surrounded me and pushed through layers of old leaves to get to me.

In that place, with those that live from earth, I feel welcomed home. Whenever I return there it feels permanent, a settled soul that had found its space in this, the damp side of the valley
Angharad Nov 28
This love affair I was yet to find,

hopelessly drunk and going in blind
Angharad Nov 10
I want to melt into someone
                               and feel their soul give way
Angharad Oct 21
I hope the grey of the season calls a blanket of comfort to fall around you,
as the mute of the sun encourages our shadows to surrender.
Angharad Oct 21
Wind your web
as the spider hiding from autumn spins a home in the dark,
hidden corners of my room
comforted by the shadows that already collect there

Weave your words
as the strands that lay untied,
knot themselves together,
pulling tight the space between us
with a hope that we will become entangled

Wound your victim
as feelings fall like flies,
a long time dead and almost forgotten
caught amongst fatal kisses,
feeding your thirst,
drinking your poison
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