Elizabeth's Writing StudioCondensing emotions and experiences into words.
Even as you balance carefully Above the vast fickle filled void The expanse between the NO and the YES Stretches for an eon or two. You interminably shuffle step Inch by blindfolded inch forward Until in a bold act of daring and anarchy You… DECIDE Ta Da!
These things are not meant to last forever…
Just when I thought embers were cold…
Like flowering tea…
…Shouldn’t our blowup, if every portrayed in film, also foretell of a steamy kiss?
…shocked by the electric arc reaction of my soul.
Rise early, before the lilac dawn condenses into the crystalline dew splattering your toes…
Not cracked, shattered or ruined…
…most shrug their shoulders, walk the other way and call you ‘Fog’…
Step over nine beetles beneath deaf aspen applause…
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