We sealed the deal with
gems in exchange for freedom
invisible chains
worshipped, adored, and famous
the soul cries out for freedom
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We sealed the deal with
gems in exchange for freedom
invisible chains
worshipped, adored, and famous
the soul cries out for freedom
Clouds are gathering
the captain waits for no one
giant angry waves
the crew prepare for the worst
waltz of the sea and the ship
Tea Cosy warm thoughts
what could have been fades away
Sprawled empty tea cups
pieces of music vibrate
happy memories building
morning frosty grass
barefoot walking to the fence
my feet are stained green
tip-toeing to the kitchen
embracing my black kettle
Happy World Poetry Day!
And I will find him
covered in sauteed onion
dancing with the leeks
a potato and leek man
my only tabby kitteh
The humidity
skin suffocating and drenched
hiding from the sun
Summer sun turns into storms
Words and books become her fan
Tepid winds of change
life-sized vacuum cleaner
the last of the heat
Autumn brings her mixed feelings
Hidden from the light, birds, life
The dying flowers
frost darkness leaves brown patches
smelling the crisp scents
emerging from the cocoon
dancing and talking to moss
A flower in Spring
You exude a rare nectar
Me, a buzzing bee
Sipping upon your nectar
Napping amongst your petals
The season changes
ice winds whistle loudly through
the power lines, trees
the sunlight plays a subtle
song through the dying flowers
The summer winds sing
of scented night vision scenes
shimmering softly.

The turning began
summer left us on our own
Shedding no sad tears
as grey turns to silver snow
Melting slow on our faces