POETIC PIECE_nothingness
we
are nothing
and that
is a good thing
because nothing
lasts forever…
~*~
not much, a.d.o.
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we
are nothing
and that
is a good thing
because nothing
lasts forever…
~*~
not much, a.d.o.
{V3}
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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i cut out little fragments of my heart
i place them in the sky
the tiny pieces look like clouds to you
for me they float and fly ~
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more oft than not ,
it is the painful interplay ,
of shadows ,
of bright ,
of darkness ,
of light
.
in life ,
in love ,
in mind ,
in spirit ,
.
that enhances and
improves and
refines and
{thereby}
tragicomically
enlightens
us
i love this kind of writing ,
the cadence, the texture, the imagery ,
to see it so beautifully & cleverly illustrated & presented
is simply sublime to me ~ sarahneanbruce