Round and round about they sang
the freedom of the hollow frame
it withers with the whistle-winter
flutters as petals on the grassy heather
same, and yet, a broken same
lost but never found its earthen pang.
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The Waking Den
A Home to Creativity.
losing oneself…love the wonderful words here.
tight emotions in this chris…amidst a season of change…
Song of soul in the time of soul. How appropriate as we near all hollows eve. This captures a kind of emptiness both in heart and season. Tight and spiritually compressed.
Gorgeous – layered