RêverieA Poem by Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. SerratA poem by Kathrine Louis Frost Hemingway, only slightly edited by us.Rêverie Open, in the mouth of the forest this eve With turbulent branches and rolled up green sleeve We who step in and become the enchanted tree So, how does it feel to the breast of a bee? Pollen is in motion, the bird calls its song Flies Into the mountains and enters the throng Of silence between all the sounds that you hear The consciousness rising to be simply here A void where your words -, a cathedral of hush You stay in the solitude, silken and hush. A place which is treasure to those whom partake A concert, music upon silent lakes
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StatsAuthorUfi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. SerratSaint Louis, MOAboutuniverseodon.com/@Amy_C_T_Serrat "My search for truth recently led me into an inescapable chasm of darkness, chaos and grief. It turns out I had a paper bag stuck on my head." ~ Henri, le Chat Noir.. more..Writing
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