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Muse |
Rising as the body breathes, In and out the leaves Like a winding thought Taking flight To a soaring height. Scattered as seeds on a furrowed cloud Shimmering by on a pure thought Carried innocent as the grass blows Unassuming, unquestioning, Unconditional Beauty. Arrow heads shower the sky, Darting Between the parting of a breeze Swirling through the air with ease To a song of peace. In perpetual motion, A centrifugal notion unfolds the mind Blossoming in fluid iron filings Undulating on a moorish wave. Slate against the sky, fragmented; A grey hue, cracked like rock Ribboned with lichen stars In a mosaic formation That crumbles still, eternal. The eyes of this storm Glisten black as the night falls On the lungs bursting out in bark Branching further into the dark, It settles as dusk dies into the soil. Originally written June 2020, age 24
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AuthorSamantha is a doctoral researcher researching the power of figurative language in advertising, social media, and mobile technology. Copyright © 2022
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