#azukilynn

when all you do is feel and feel and feel

and the world is a cold, dead pearl-less oyster

when all you want is missing

no words for your filling

you can hear a feather falling

shadows calling–

step back into your darkness

dance the light away

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spindly branches, purple clouds

greetings, déjà-vu

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She was always attracted to

fancy lights, whether moon

or bulb or flame. She'd fly close

to the heat, night after night.

And by day, she'd long for rain.

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The meaning she sought

eluded her, each failure like

a bitter knife, until the day

she looked within, and decided

to Live Her Life.

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There are different kinds of crazy in my world.

There's the head crazy, the heart crazy, and the soul crazy.

The head crazy ticks and murmurs and rings.

The heart crazy is a longing, an ache of fluttering wings.

The soul crazy, well, she howls and dreams and sings.

And, from tIme to time, I am at least one of these things.

gardeners are busy bees

blooms rise from decay

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Be still on the inside.

Do not be afraid.

Take it easy.

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