There is vastly
more to this
than you know
do you
know
the breath
of
fresh
air
we
covet
the sweetness
of
fresh
cut
grass
we
remember
Do you
remember
as does
the azure ocean
the way
home
I am a wandering wordsmith and storyteller captivated by the beauty in imperfection.
Join me on this exploration of all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities:
nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect .
Jenny Astramowicz is The Wabi-Sabi Writer, word weaving her way through the streets of San Francisco, passages of Paris and redwood flanked beaches of Santa Cruz.
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You do like your azure (you’ve used this descriptive in a few poems). In your road home the bricks must be azure.
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