Poems from GlitterCat
Whipping wind
Brushing the top
Teetering at the edge
I look down.
Rolling slope
Does it have an end?
A padded conclusion?
I am falling...
Perhaps the wind blows for a certain reason
Maybe the gusts have a destination in mind
A specific face to refresh
A particular arm to brush...
can’t you feel a story waiting to be told?
can’t you hear the impossible whisper?
can’t you imagine the grasses alive?
don't you see it?
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