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Gathering the twigs and feathers
Jagged glass pieces
Tattered threads
And junk-drawer bits
Into meaningful lists
Is nothing more than busyness—
An empty collation of ideas and -isms
To fill dark dull days
When instead you
Could be singing with the sunflowers
Sailing on a zephyr with gossamer wings
Crawling along the grassy green slope
And feeling the first rain drop kiss your face.
About the Creator
Jscholar
Editor, writer, music lover, & sometime scholar with an attitude problem carefully nurtured over decades.
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