there is sustenance in the wind;
though you left
(your whole world)
shuttered & dank,
it still
feeds the storm —
b(r)e(w)ing.
there is sustenance in the wind;
though you left
(your whole world)
shuttered & dank,
it still
feeds the storm —
b(r)e(w)ing.
Some things cannot be untied. This is brilliant poetry. You’ve definitely garnered a new fan. 🙂
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Likewise. 🙂 Thank you!
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🙂 You are welcome!
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