The Dragonfly The dragonfly calls my name as I walk on byHe tells me to come near… obviously he has something to sayHe whispers, "Sometimes things are exactly as they appear, sometimes."
My Mind I watch the dirt kick up from my shoes. The sugarcane is tall. I swallow the wind and face the sun. I reach into the far dark corners of my mind and grasp at the cobwebs of memories… The smell of cypress trees and the laughter of kids pass in front of me. I begin to follow. I taste the crawfish etouffee. Her eyes pierce my heart. I hide in the shadows of another day. I am the echo of your past. The touch of your hand, the smell of your hair… I call out. The sky tells me about being blue. I listen and watch the water moccasin sunning on the log. I think about when love and hate collide. I wipe my face. I sing a song. Bending over the dirty wat
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"Not all those who wander are lost." ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
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"Not all those who wander are lost." ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
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"Not all those who wander are lost." ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
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"Not all those who wander are lost." ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
The color is great
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"Not all those who wander are lost." ~ J.R.R. Tolkien