And when spring blooms again, the trees begin anew.
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Van Gogh’s tree
he sat in front of his window, cried, raged, and painted.
a bird’s chirp is a hallow sound on the sacred forest ground.
quiet beauty blooms closest to us.
when the clock ticks past six at night – tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock – a raven caws its sorrowsamong the outline of trees standing stark against a backdrop of a blackholeof lost dreams – my dreams are plagued with shadow monsters clawing futilely – lights just beyond its scabbed claws – the womanContinue reading “nightmares”
the glimmering spheresdancing light off pine needlesabove wrapped presents