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    The trees have been weeping time
    and I hear nests of newness once born, now empty, waiting
    and lonely. Reminding me this coil is a mime
    of the fullness twirling, teasing and tempting in other worlds un-gating
    the boundaries of home. Elements created of nothingness consummate gesticulation
    through the rustles and sighs, bones bending low and on high, dust of marrow all listening to the syncopation
    I see.
    Last edited by Katray; 11-29-2017, 05:19 AM.

  • #2
    Hey Katray your beautiful style has been missed. Welcome back.

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    • #3
      Thank you so much, Alexandra!

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      • #4
        I second AtL - such welcome sight to see another familiar name in the queue! I feel like I've been in this space you describe so beautifully.

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        • Katray
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          Thank you for your kind words, Rhyme! It's so nice to be back.

      • #5
        Strewth, such lush wordage. This poem hurts, Katray, in a good way. Very beautiful write. What a powerful swirl.

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        • Katray
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          Thank you for the wonderful comment, Grant!

      • #6
        This is agonizingly beautiful.

        You have been missed.

        I hope you are well.

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        • #7
          Thank you, Dwayne.

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