bouquet of wings
from a blue back
to a rose
slight grimace
street smart, and smoke
halos
the face of le saltimbanque
an in between of things
startling blue boy
eyeless rosy fiend
flowering, an offer
a playful picasso to come
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"Tell all the truth but tell it slant" - Emily Dickinson.
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Confessions of an Empath
The birds are chirping, and the sun is shining in a cloudless July sky. The vibrancy promises a beautiful day, but the cooing of the Mourning Dove perched on the powerlines seems to be more fitting than the lively songs of the robin flitting through the trees. The melancholic calls of the dove cloak the world in a sadness that hangs like tattered drapes.
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