Deprevation

sopping up the inspiration, creativity and beauty from life's dregs

Crevice March 24, 2016

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 06:56

there is a moment,
in the blink
of an eye-
a pause
in bird song,
as wind
turns corner,
to howl.

Magic slips in
quietly, but expected.
seeking
to confound
and
to please,
and then to
disappear
again
as rumour
of the return to order
passes through forest ears.

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