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(the) Spring Has Sprung!
Spring has sprung! No, not the season of Sunshine and daffodils. But the spring Tightly wound and Resting just under the ribcage. The pressure pushing up the edges Of lips into a mock smile Even as the heart weeps. The spring held in place by the Pressure of words unspoken. The coils pulling teeth Ever…
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Equinox Morn
Equinox morn. Shimmering sun Peeking through the Clouds to the East. A single patch of grass, Illuminated anew. Gnarled oaks Surrounding, Still shrouded in Darkness, holding To the last hours of Winter. This spring? She invites us To let loose Our clinging to the night. Reminding us, To make space for Her arrival in Our…
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Purple Paths Poetry 