Tag: Shadows
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An Apple for my Teacher
Covered in the thorns of disease of your own mind, even when the richest of rose petals where placed at your feet, their perfume wrapped its luxury around your heart. You felt my love, my truth, my beauty, you held my grace, whilst you fashioned for me a crown of thorns, and hung it over…
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Morning Mist & Mud
The shadows of the morning mist, beckon me outside. I leave my desk and follow the mornings call. The softness of the rolling, falling mist meets my skin, refreshing, invigorating, I breathe it in deeply. A magpies call, a crow’s cry, a calf bleating for its mother lost in the fog, wings of a kookaburra…
Astarté Earthwise 