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Rainswood Jul 2021
I’ve tried to leave her before
but watching from the plane I cry.
the patchwork valley below
digs into my heart.  
nestled between blue mountains
cradle me here, I am safe.
I literally cry whenever I fly away from home, therefore I know is where I’m supposed to be.
Maria Mitea Oct 2020
You be the sea
I’ll be the stone
Waiting and waiting
On your seashore
To eternity and beyond
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

Miracles always Happen!

You be the wave
I’ll be your wind
Caring and caring
Your waves in the sand
To eternity and beyond
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

Miracles always Happen!

You be the splash
I’ll be the waiting
You be the kiss
I’ll be the fading
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

To eternity and beyond
Miracles always Happen!

You be the tears
I’ll be your salt
You be ’seabed
I’ll be your heaven
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

To eternity and beyond
Miracles always Happen!

You be the darkness
I’ll be your ridge
Flying abyss
Meeting sunlight
To eternity and beyond
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

Miracles always Happen!
The road on the ridge at dusk
Is trailed with the lights of
Travellers towards home

Lights are lives in motion
Desires and commotion
Worries and dreams

Separate beings
All connected by the
Shared road on the ridge
Day 330
Bhill Sep 2019
Suddenly the ridge top was glowing
The lightning glittered the sky with sudden bursts
Sudden bursts that let you sneak a peek as to what was coming
What was coming appeared to be a mountain top assault
Assaulting us visually with dancing lights and rolling outcries
Outcries of thunderous clatters far in the distance
How far away was this commotion
Count it down
One one thousand, two one thousand

Brian Hill - # 231
Do you count it down..
There is this
ancient friendship
between
our souls and destruction,
and in between
lies a tasteless,
mysteriously giant
mother ******* waterfall
scattered like a suicide!
&
You all are,
You all are standing,
tragically cold,
freezing like a dead rabbit and
stationary, like that one undernourished artificial snake,
whipped from time to time.

Do you now dare to make the jump?
to break on through the other side?


- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Henry Koskoff Jan 2018
light escapes upon
the little ridge of his lip
and bounces to me
Smell of earth
Rugged brown
Taste the rain as it falls down
Rise and fall
Blue and green
Trace the clouds that paint the scene
Lift your eyes
Make no sound
Feel the stillness all around
Bow your head
Kiss the ground
This is where your heart is found
Cassidy Claire Johnson © 2014.

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