7 Consuming Letters
Life is more than a glimpse of what we can behold.
Earthen vessels awaken by the shore.
Clearing my thoughts I breathe in once more.
Lapses of time change all that I can see.
Ivory shells glistening by a tree.
Perhaps I had become accustomed to their shine.
Suffering came silently as darkness enclosed and they began to fade with time.
Earthen vessels I now see, do sleep, for they are seen no more like the darkness of the deep.
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Autumn Rain
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