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Bay Leaves
Bright moonlight reflects on my bay leaves, my dark eyes are shining, as I write wishes on nature’s body, my heart, full of hope, and the night, full of possibilities. A fun little fox is my right hand witch, pawing at the floor as I call to the sky. I’m a patient Princess, drinking honey…
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Winter Roses
Life just gets so lonely, don’t you think? When all you are is a self aware worker bee. Taking each one of your gifts, letting them fall off a cliff, into a blender, tornado made of torment, because the world goes round and round, and you just never notice. I suppose the night will fall,…
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Cold
Frosted window panes, smiling at soft sunlight, that shyly pokes her head above the sky, to greet the grey pavements, that glitter with slick ice. The winter wind has arrived early, holding us close, in frozen arms, glacial kisses on bright red noses.
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The Crow
The crow calls into the night, the moon is morose, inconvenienced by inconsolable skies, that burst into tears every few minutes. Silver spills from the sky onto the city streets, empty pavements that expect company, but are always disappointed. Trees are titans, towering above benches made from their branches, watching over their children, as the…
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Dandelion
How do you survive, dear dandelion? Abandoned, trapped in the grim and gray pavement, making your own way, towards the sun, resilient, unapologetic and present, cursed to be alone, unwanted, but always alive. Alone in the city, seeing all the world has to offer, but never tempted to stray, from the light of the sky.…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 