mother
- freyapayne5
- Jul 2
- 1 min read

what other road is there?
the grass rises my vertical
the clouds muster my horizontal
the way links each particulate memory,
so i move with your hand on my shoulder, and in the embrace of your gaze.
fine art projects with painting, etching and stained glass, sales and commissions, studio updates via '8 minute poems' blog
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