there is a lingering 

ghost to whispered touch.

seconds later,

the shadow keeps its place

reminding the


of past embraces.

remembering the presence

of something out of air

that brims,


and continues 


like glances

between two strangers

meant to partner

in the god-given moment.

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mistified the hollow wears a cloak of soft fabric a velvet veil of stardust settled hovering amidst earthly form hush a whisper carries brilliantly through the fog time is here we are now we have begu


shaded greens whisper gradually tongues of silhouetted daylight crouch like gossiping maids and cronies beneath the gentle foliage i bend to test the smell of earth dewy, musty, fertile crops of moss

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