the tiger's paw

trees shake

disengage from their branches

of misty, dry chaos

this natural beauty

of grand majesty

filling the twilight hours with

ancient stories and songs

hidden from tongue

crouch

listen, wait for the tiger’s paw

to step and prance

in accordance with the wind

the disciple of natural order

fixed in no place

breathing with the

heart beat of the earth

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natural breath

layers break like waves shorn away, enticed by the coast revealing the calm beneath brief moments of breath before another surface rises another hidden level touches sunlight until never changing neve

again, please

taken she stumbles glowing ever softly candlelight never to be snuffed out she bows humbly to the chance to relive the dawn

crowning

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