the streams
turned molten
metal in moonlight,
flowing across
the forest floor
like fingers
of lightning
out to grasp
or greet
the streams
turned molten
metal in moonlight,
flowing across
the forest floor
like fingers
of lightning
out to grasp
or greet
splendidly oonstructed, images: a beauty in what might be terrifying, maybe our own fears, and we lose out on the greeting.
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Thank you mate. We often lose out on the fear I think. Part of the human package!
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