Tag: poetic imagery
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The Wind that Speaks Between Us
The Wind that Speaks Between Us“The wind is a warning,” I tell the child.“No, it’s a game,” she says to me.I watch her chase the breeze barefoot across the hills.She laughs as its breath scatters the field to dandelion puffs.In the fluff, it whispers secrets only children can hear.She doesn’t see all the other things…
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Waiting for Birds on Lemonade Street
Is the day perfect if there are no birds to wake you but there is lemonade? or if you live on Lemonade Street but there are no birds on electric lines because the utilities are underground. no birds twittering in trees just the sweet sour taste of lemonade puckering your mouth the scent of bonnie…