Girl Near a Fish Pond
Winter Maze
rambles of snow covered branches taking me as a sacrifice. brushed with the same snowflakes they wear. frozen stalks of idleness until spring. the winter maze wraps white tendrils in my hair. crisp, as though I too am a tree branch in winter. deeply entwined. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights Reserved
2020
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Song for the Birds and People That Fly
The sound of the leaves written primarily by trees. As such was the beauty heard plainly with ease. Up mountains, round rivers. A song for the birds. For the people that fly there. Across valleys was heard. Now what be the mention of this, you may wonder, Alone to unravel the blur from down under. A song can be sung from the language of trees. I heard in the sky and then carried to thee. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
2019
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Girl Near a Fish Pond
Ripples in the water...in the forest...On the leaves...In the air...In the movements ...Making motions on the trees. the fish often tell her. as so often do the birds. the girl calls it special in her seamed together words. that are tunes sung with purpose. near the fish pond by her home. her voice will often carry. sweet intentions to her song. Ripples in the water...in the forest...On the leaves...In the air...In the movements ...Making motions on the trees. Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved
Circa. 2020
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Conceptual
