I left.

Left like the waves to death alone they would in velveteen legs of the sea be on the stillness of father’s ankle; a withering of loneliness I mourn in the tree I fell. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Reposted for the dVerse open link night.

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Into the cold.

The dark winged wisp in the cold, into the silence of the sea. The ocean awakes into the shapes of light gone, part of one sipping the rain there’s one season alone. There’s glory into the sun winding the red into the willows lost into the mind of cool light, Writhing into the present blue […]

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