I sat in our swing last night.
The wind was there.
The moon was there.
The owl was there.
But you, you were not there.
Who knew broken and splintered wood could keep such company.
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"I have found a way to speak without talking, and they have found a way to listen without hearing..."
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- Rozlyn
- I am a writer and a poet. I write what I know; what I know is not limited to my own experiences nor my own knowledge. I have found a way to speak without talking...Please contact me for inquiries about Ghost Writing: rozzeldozzel@gmail.com
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