made entirely
of earth and glitter, I am
shattered by the smile
around your sadness -
leaves and roots and branches with
the strangest songbirds
rustle and coo in
the deadest of nights, each dawn
a gaping longing.
Writer Between Worlds
Soulful writing about humans and places
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