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the pond moth flaunted its wings
in the remorseless water
wider than it would
when in the meadow sky
there dead-white it laid
like an opened orchid
just a fragment of another unfinished poem in my notebook
You look through the mirror
through yourself, β€”smile
say you're amazing
say you're marvelous & kind
when it doesn't work
and you couldn't find
clench your pulse & break
that glass of deceit
you are more when
you're broken
& you are already beyond
breaking.
 Dec 2019 Orchid T Aspen
Ann
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                Β­
                                                                Β­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           Β­      i            n
                                                  Β­                s           e
                                                               Β­          t

                                                              Β­                               v
                                                               Β­                         a        e
                             Β­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               Β­                                       
                         Β­                                                                 Β­            tells  you
                                                                Β­                                        to do.
"Keep your eyes closed, love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do."

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.

β€” The End β€”