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unspoken

You are a stranger to me.

all forms of speech
dissolve into the rain,

slipping into muddy skies
caressing
wicked looking branches
and all those silent
mouths of yours.

Poetry

lucere

there is no morning light,
only rain ricocheting
off the walls
and I step out,
there is no morning light
only the slowest steps
melting into cobblestones… 29 more words

Poetry

Time

I know it does, I say to myself most days, take time but it’ll be worth it. My inner voice screams that and, yet I feel it won’t take as long. 501 more words

2017

The woods 

The cars hummed on the nearby road as the tress swayed around the lonely figure. Walking, stumbling, Liam found his footing. Although moist, the ground felt dry under foot. 108 more words

2017