Winter
In Another Life
Whereupon the formerly grey land realized it had turned away from its shallow state. The earth opening up all its flowers. Every scent that was ever made floating into your mouth. The taste of it akin to a sensation not unlike an evening breeze touching your face. Circling your legs. Awareness a brush, smoothing all the knots that had made their way into your soul. Song Selection - In un’altra vita - Ludovico Einaudi
2024
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My favorite song lays low in the timbre of grass for him to listen to. The rustle of the wind gives cause to mention the sounds uttered. A voicemail of love. Soft murmurs laying low in the grass. The birds reply. None other then yes in bird song. It is within this pleasure the morning awakens. The sounds of music dressed in green. Particular shades with the wind on their back. The subtle light comes to smile. So says her memory in recall. Her eyes remaining closed. For more. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
2026
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Winter
Touch and another, On top of each other. Layers of white. As they dance through the night. All settled now. So very still. Play the music. Make it real. Watch the snowflakes as they dream. Borrowed breath or so it seems. Playing games of dress up type. Forms of packed snow plain in sight. A range of figures march my way. Hold on tight or so they say. Gripping hands they fling me through. I find myself on top of you. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
2026
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