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MsTruth Mar 3
It is the season for new buds and blossoms,
For a Mirabelle plum tree that blooms
Attracting bees that hum like softly rolling thunder
What a bright, white and scented wonder!
MsTruth Jan 1
Body forwarding through the sky
Borders formidably tasking to skip
Bonds firmly threatening this shift
Bare feet touching the sand
MsTruth Nov 2021
Eyes puffy and nose clogged,
I have colds, one would conclude
It’s autumn, that’s common
Sorrow is not only my own
MsTruth Sep 2021
Between us,
the root of the combined vertical and horizontal both framed expands,
the quotient as orbit is sliced by permanently infinite grows,
the aftermath of temporal magnitude magnified by velocity widens.

Are you letting me go?
MsTruth Sep 2021
Cream-filled sugary
Chocolate frosting and sprinkles
Cinnamon scented
MsTruth Sep 2021
gloomy sticky air
looming downpour from the sky
MsTruth Sep 2021
Charcoal curls, green grounds
Brown branches, sienna shades
On pale paper of cold cotton
An arousing adventure…
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