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sticks and stones…

“I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.”― Rainer Maria Rilke

art by elsire roos

Her eyes were dry now,
the remembrance has softened
but words still dropped-in
breaking her
like stones
upon her heart,
wounding her with doubt…

she wanted to erase the words altogether,
the emptiness that had pressed in on her
making her feel foolish…

she wanted to walk again
down mystical roads
with robins leading the way…

she wanted to go to sites where butterflies land
in the late afternoon…

she wanted flowers to remind her of truth,
she wanted to stare
at the skies
until it colored her breath…

for she desired to speak in the language of shadows
of light
of love
of secret things
and of other-worlds,
until she was fully understood,
one with all that is…

Art by elsire roos


I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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