I’m eighteen and I’m standing in the doorway of your house And you are telling me it’s just a phase Couched in your scorn is implied meaning That I am wrong to claim this part of me as identity And soon I will realize it I’m not surprised to hear this from you I didn’t… Continue reading Gathering
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Illumination
storms gather above the treetops dark and swaying alive with a story The crows swirl and settle swirl and settle black snow thrown up from a bicycle tire the first fat drops of rain fall cold and heavy with foreboding or with promise There Will Be More the air is cool and thick my hair… Continue reading Illumination
Queen of Elves 