My Aaru

The intrawoven spangled sky

Dreams and souls intertwined

Are the roots to my ravenous mind

Unraveling whimsy as a bloom of springtime

 

The violet and blue fen

With the temerity to grow

Beyond the reach of acumen

The starfield in which I sow

 

Viable

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T. Shaw

She writes what she speaks.

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"God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December" - J.M. Barrie

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