QuietusA Poem by Bill O. Writes-
Dreamscapes bursting on canopy-tops
Their intangibility caressing the mind Sooth my drum, sweet wonder Water dripping from faults in rocks The forest sounds trickling into my ear Whispering to me with its lull Consciousness drifts I remain awake Though I am only here in body I rest Love enters mind once more for you Feeling the rolling of moisture every drop reminds me of home Melting and fusing with branches understory Here I roost
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StatsAuthorBill O. WritesNew Haven, CTAboutUnspecified years old. My feelings on writing: Writing and reading (for pleasure) are both lost arts. If it's not about something tangible, measurable, no one wants to read it, so why bother writi.. more..Writing
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