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You can't sing or dance.
But you can use just your eyes,
put me in a trance.
Our connection,
is a pale moon above
and stars that shine
they are yours as they are also mine,
we feel the grey of falling rain
the warmth of joy
and the chill of pain,
we live we love, we laugh and we die
with the same yellow sun
and the same blue sky
 6d heidi
Ray
Eagle
 6d heidi
Ray
Eagle circling wide,
winding smaller toward the sun
and milky blue clouds.
A stroke across the canvas
Creates a life that is new
Maybe not breathing
But the same vibrancy
As you.
I am ten crows, twenty-three starlings,
one tree, a world of racket, every dusk that ever was.

I am a holy heart four angels defend,
other times I am nothing but flesh and fingertips.

There are four seasons, three necessities,
two sides to the moon.

The window has eight panes;
I am in them all.
This is a "flash 55' a poem in exactly 55 words. All the numbers in the poem add up to 55 as well, though that is not a requirement.
#55
 Jul 19 heidi
Lynn Stillman
Friends and family.
The key to open the lock,
you've put on yourself.
 Jul 12 heidi
Unpolished Ink
I'm just a bit peckish
and ready for a skirmish,
said the early bird
who was feeling wormish!
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