SenseWords # Language

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The primitive realm
living afar
from chaos
speaks up
in eloquence.

The age-old rocks
stern
& thoughtful
brooding over
the past
that betrayed.

The trees
swaying back & forth
from strong wind
moaning
apprehending
dark clouds of monsoon.

The little brook
alive
& pristine
adolescence~
the soul of lass
learning to dance.

There’s so much
you can
hear them say
if you open your mind.

 


Twitter Prompt #SenseWrds

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