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The setting sun, sets
as the bodies glowed
about the ship, wrecked
The wind whispered to the trees
Who sent messages in fallen leaves

The bluebell rang out the alarm
And the rabbits burrowed out of harm

The birds carried the message on a wing
Then the forest fell asleep until the spring
Thank you for bringing back to life a 2019 poem.
Be patient with me
I’m still a work in progress

Somedays I seem put together
But that paint’s not dry just yet

One day I’ll get this right
I’m sorry
Dawn is blazing
the world is still
this is
the time before times.
Watch the sun kiss
the moon goodbye.
Looking at the elegance of the tree
I want to freeze time.
Freeze the moment of the movement
with the wind.
Capture every branch,
every twig,
every leaf.🍃
Like it captures me.
Can’t stop looking.



Shell ✨🐚
How  magnificent a tree can look.
Wonder of nature.
You threw me to the snakes
leaving me to fend for myself,
discarding me like an object that
you had grown bored of.
And,
when i crawled out from the pit
more powerful than before,
venom coursing through my veins ,
I became the monster.
I became the one to be feared.

How easy it is to forget that monsters are not born
but made
and my dear,
you are responsible for every inch of the creature I have become.
A pebble in a sea of glass

shattered mind raindrops

fragile as broken cobwebs

sun strong and shadow deep

infinite and fleeting

planet sized in the palm of your hand

belief is everything

and nothing at all
No it is not an AI Poem
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