A Time To Dream

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I love the rich earthy smell
right after a storm,
The flavor of heartaches
washed away with
the rain,
The feel of the wind
dancing around me
as I walk barefoot
in tall damp grass.
This is the time to dream,
with misty rainbows and
a pale sun in the distant sky,
And an orange glow to
light my way back home.

Words Are Events

Words are events, they do things, change things. They transform both speaker and hearer; they feed energy back and forth and amplify it. They feed understanding or emotion back and…

But Not By You

I think new writers are too worried that it has all been said before. Sure it has, but not by you. ~ Asha Dornfest