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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