Just words.

Stone etched stones

tools made from bones

paintings ever changing

through eyes and verbal tones

flying wings, and fallen feathers

quilted pens and pointed arrows

frozen flakes of rain

melting into a lake

a sheet of mirrored water

holding the sky, the horizon

breaking the plain

sun rays

hiding behind shadows

appearing between the nights

and days that follow

frozen moments

sometimes thawed

droplets bending blades of grass

leaving behind footprints

pieces of the past

washed away into another day

reflections

broken by the wind

magnifying glasses

twisting light into itself

burning holes

or seeing things closer….

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