the branches catch the wind, elevated — how open the sky feels, faces pressed
towards the ever-moving clouds. remark, the masses moving across the
moon at night, illuminated by the ever-glowing beacon of light
how the breeze touches the water and the skin, dangle the feet
towards the center of the earth — the ants, the swans, the dogs
abound continue their remedial march.
remark not — but take note in how the wind whispers through, and the trees
beckon to the will
moon at night, illuminated by the ever-glowing beacon of light
how the breeze touches the water and the skin, dangle the feet
towards the center of the earth — the ants, the swans, the dogs
abound continue their remedial march.
remark not — but take note in how the wind whispers through, and the trees
beckon to the will
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Meredith Wilshere is a poet and writer who was first published when she was 16 years old. Her work has been featured in numerous venues online and in print including Down in the Dirt, The Daily Free Press and USA Today. When she is not working on her novel she can be found on Twitter or trying to reach her Goodreads book goal.
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