Writing

My Deer

My tremble is not fear.
Sad I gaze at you,
Come toward you,
Unseeing

My eyes can’t move.
Heavy my limbs,
Cease before you,
Empowering

My weakness not yours
Light my bones
Glass between us,
Shattering

Bleed.

~Belinda~

 

 

Leaves Of Soul

Hearts fallen

Close and near,

Side to side interspersed.

Light, night, small in flight

Seasons changed lay

Around

Unbound, found

Still, on the ground.

One picture inspires much into the night.

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IW