I am the glass shattered
On a clear
Winter day
Appearing as ice
On an otherwise
Unbroken surface
I am the dove
Holding her sound
Against
The weight
Of the gray sky
I am the mountain
Beneath the sun
Holding the tendrils
Of winter
To not unleash
My power
Upon the plains
I am the air
You breath
Whether or not
You call me
She
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I love those words
“I am”
because for me, it fills in the spaces and unravels endless possibilities…
You are beautiful. Both as a product of your words and the vision you grant me from them. Thank you
Sorrow:
Words from the heart with eyes closed.
Enreal:
Bless you, you are reflecting your own image.
True beauty, around and on the inside.
Thank you inwardsun. Stopped over at your blog, lovely posts, not done looking yet!
Thanks for spnednig time on the computer (writing) so others don’t have to.