Tag: white
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Falling through the cracks
Blackened embers still burning now and then A white moon smudged In-between I built my castle on reclaimed land Dug the wet sand till its grains hurt between skin and nail Swept away the sea Pushed back the tidal waves of full moon the basalt gray Call me sturdy
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Car festival – a memory in motion
Of all the moments you could have remembered you chose the noisiest, crowded, juggernaut of them all. Had I whispered white sheets, white jasmine, white cars, white clouds, it would not have mattered. The crushing gigantic wooden wheels of the trinity got your attention. But then you loved drama and scale. I looked for…