Crisp, sparkling dewdrop /
Dreams of dancing down the brook /
Dribbles down the branch.
Breathing on its own /
Single blade of grass unfurls /
Forest now begins.
Content I slumber /
In the breezy breath of noon /
Wind whisks me away.
Burning as it goes /
Heat of the inferno curls /
Blazing, brazen, bright.
About the Creator
Clare Shortal
Since I could first string a sentence together, I've been a passionate storyteller. Creating worlds and characters and bringing forth emotions in myself and others bring me such clarity and purpose.
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