There,
Among the petals of a dying Rose
A healing force gives presence
To a thought
Still,
Atop a frozen hill
Warming sun breaks into crystal ice
And a drop of life appears
Look,
While the delicate whisker of a mouse
Passes over one fine seed
And life remains
Why,
When all the World is in
A heralded struggle to continue
Must we destroy?
Surely,
Good, will touch and sustain a heart
That yesterday melted, to drop life
Onto one tiny Rose seed
Discovering new beginnings and remolding visceral concepts. Hints as to where to start and how to look when finding a relevant voice for new expressions. Exploring one's heart, redefining one's dignity in a changing landscape. Writing and reading in ASMR, soft spoken word poems created for relaxation and stimulating the creative process, as well stories of untethered exploration.
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