My mind
murky
like the soot-filled skies
holds all the particulate
from intentions
burning
the forests
of my memory
My Inspiration
smoldering
in the ashes
My words
longing
for a breath
of fresh air
Day 3 of 31
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The Wabi-Sabi Writer
I am a wandering wordsmith and storyteller captivated by the beauty in imperfection.
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Longing for anything is what our soul keeps doing so.
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Yes - writing (and exercise) keeps me "sane" - thank you for reading and commenting!
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