Heart Growled

 

Smelling of wood.

Remembering garden.

Impatient flowers

relentless against night’s peel.

A whimpering dream

of gold chimed

a dappled tapestry

of threads

like a shore.

The wave knew wandering.

Freedom,

untended confusion.

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