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The wind leaves me hieroglyphics
- freyapayne5
- Aug 13, 2024
- 1 min read
The wind leaves me hieroglyphics;
small red twigs
glow on the grey path.
Tips of branches blown
to form a language of love
at my feet.
I read the intersections,
the sensitive touch of one
fragment to another,
the tender spaces.
It is all mystery.
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