Upon the breath of ancient trees,
The ethereal zephyrs softly tease
With whispers of a forgotten time,
Where secrets whispered in a rhyme.
They dance upon the emerald grass,
A gentle touch as they pass
Through fields of blooming wildflowers,
Carrying scents of distant hours.
Their whispers hold a mystic tale,
Of lost love and ships that sail
Across the vast expanse of sea,
Guided by the winds so free.
Oh, how they play and gently sway,
Bearing tales of yesterday
And dreams of worlds beyond our own,
Where the zephyrs have flown.
So listen close, don't let them fade,
The whispers of the winds that made
The world a place of wonder true,
As they gently whisper to you.
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My poetry collection Beautiful and Brutal Things is done. It's actually done and finally published over 270 pages. Over a year of my life went into this book. More than a year, really. Long days at my computer, sometimes seven days a week because I couldn't stop even when I probably should have. Then two months of editing that felt harder than the writing itself. But it's finished, and I'm still standing, and the book is real.
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