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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