There are no words in
only small shifts in stance
like quick hand signals against
there are no words
in this poem
only what these seeds
whisper when wind,
like breathing, sighs against
I usually post a Poetry Thursday poem on my other blog, Raven's Nest, but for some strange reason this week I feel like posting it here. This poem began with the Poetry Thursday challenge to write a poem using words I overheard somewhere.
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