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Moon spills in silver—
a fish arcs through drowning light,
the tide gulps its ghost.

 3h nivek
Emma
lilac clusters sway,

teasing black-furred bumblebee,

soft hum in the breeze.
sometimes
some things
have to die
in order for
blessings
to arrive.
~ From the depths of pain, comes a blessing..
I want to shut down,
Be put in a coma
For a day, a week 
or a year. 

I want to take a break 
from existing,
Disconnect 
from this stranger 
living in my bones
And this empty world.
Swan-throats spill soft dusk,
jade ripples cradle lost moons,
mist unspools silence.

Chrysalides burst,
obsidian pinions wilt,
twilight drowns in dusk.

Gossamer light spills,
pearl-laced rivers breathe in gold,
beauty—unbridled.

Sapphire tongues unfurl,  
hummingbirds drink liquid silk,  
air sings—syrup-laced.

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