Just below the surface lies
a weathered heart
shriveled from windscape
and bolting sun
harassed by a fury mind
full of horrid song.
Hear the chorus
beating the ceremony drum?
Notice the rustling grasses
break free from their dying arms?
Her nest, airborne
now drifting on the waves
of an endless tomorrow.
Where to land
where to roost
no lover to confess
her secrets saved
for stone arrest
in silent reverie.
seasons: a poetic journey 
Lovely! I really like this piece.
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💙🌊❄️🙏🏼ty!
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What i liked about this poem, it started in the image, it then spread its wings before returning to the image again. Your words and choice of words described the feel
of the photo giving it life and texture.
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🙏🏼🎶 thanks. sending good wishes your way.
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Thank you
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