somewhere between

sunrise.
orange light licks
the arms and legs of trees
fog haunts the still air
from somewhere between
the worlds of sleep and dreams,
birds sweep away the silence
keeping the golden
light in the sky’s eyes
and silver dust lining
cloud seams

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: symphony

beyond the cookie cutter world

i try to fit
in someone’s pocket
i try to wear my
heart on my sleeve,
but unfortunately,
when love approaches
i lock it out
because sometimes a
predictable reality is
hard to believe in
optimistically

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backdated Post A Day poem for August 3rd, 2017

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