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Sep 2018
something stirs in me
a mountain, veiled in mist
and shadow,
painted by a forest's fragrance
and a temple
singing through its crumbling hollows
where only the wind
is left to worship
something echoes through the trees
leaving whispers in its wake
I walk the lonely path
unafraid,
not alone
ancient eyes are watching,
primal breath is stirring,
clouds gather in my bones
as I sit upon this rock,
press my hand against the ground,
feel the earth beneath my feet
forever changing,
a restless dance
of once was
and will be
I wrote this poem while listening to this amazing video on youtube. Check it out!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQcLIm-s75U&t=326s
Celeste Briefs
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Celeste Briefs  17/F/Colorado
(17/F/Colorado)   
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