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Here, sparrows trill from silent rooftops,nests harboring seeds of future songs.Here, there’s time for cat naps and the silkof poetry pulled slowly from husks.Here, those words you’ve kept hiddenare now full grown.
Elizabeth Helmich
Wild Flower
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Oh wow. Divine.
Jess is my real name. Writing from sandy shores in-between the chaos of life. Community worker by day and P o e t e s s all other times. Journey with me.
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