Empty Footfalls
Empty footfalls, leave trackless patterns, on the mat of colored leaves. Here in a fall afternoon. I believe it’s still there. Even though I know...
One Hundred Feet Inside My Ear
One hundred feet inside my ear, randomness finding order. Never does it try to stop, the sole purpose, that takes up the void. Moving around...
Dance On
Deserted Fair Whispers seeping. Song notes tapping. Noises echo within. Silent thoughts, wander forth, grow and resonate, on distant tones, that take flight. Ramble on,...
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