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fragrant pine cone smell harkening winter solstice fall bounty yields . @sarahneanbruce 11/20, 11/23
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fragrant pine cone smell harkening winter solstice fall bounty yields . @sarahneanbruce 11/20, 11/23
an #OM ॐ
for
that impossibly #INFINITEONE ∞ —
that quasi #YINYANG ☯
that inconstant #MOON 🌙
that ever-distant #STAR ☆
that bittersweet #HEART ♡
that bewildered #FLOWER ❀
…
&⅋ yes ,
they know •
they have known •
they will always know •
’twas
neither betwixt, nor between
neither hither, nor yonder
neither right, nor untrue
.
simply one star-entangled other
knowingly ensnared by another
…
both feel it
each & every 18th of Never
because it will have been
just a tad more than forever
their spells long cast and faded
nights’ candles presently burned down and away
with perhaps no lingering, nor pining, nor ill-feeling, nor regretting
.
just an Om between these infinite ones ∞ —
.
not much, a.d.o.
{memoirs of an angel faery witch}
18th january
we
are nothing
and that
is a good thing
because nothing
lasts forever…
~*~
not much, a.d.o.
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«i inspire & i create words & pictures with each breath in, and i write & draw them in my memory with each breath out ~ it is fluid, it flows, it is impromptu, it is out my control ~ but it does not replace my life nor consume my life – anymore – it merely is the surplus and the overspill of my passion, my love, my soul, my peace, my mind.» READ MORE ~>
she was the moon
the moon was her
and the moon bespoke
her feelings of him, the earth
.
her adoration did not burn him like sun
her affection did not flicker like the stars
her passion was constant like the moon
.
she waxed
she waned
she was full
she was dark
she was rarely distant and blue beneath the stars
she was ofttimes close and orange on the horizon
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