Poems from ElerieMoore

   The child is gone, fled to a place with lighter breezes to sport billowing dresses. Reality grazes. Thoughts flower into bursts. The...
Life has the rhythm to sway to: The scattered clanging of a Tambourine and the fluttery trills Of the piano. It falls on one Suddenly: the...
I feel grateful to run my hands over the dirt and listen to the crickets. I would not live in any other world than our own, because I feel...
This is how we paint.   Appearance, in the end is everything. We give a product of hard work One glance at most.   If it happens to be...
See Sometimes my mind gets stopped up And everything I take in gets swallowed up Sucked in and Thinned out. Bunched up like fabric. I...

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