©2023 michael raven
so many falling carved into stone some falling up others falling down pawing at the dirt i grow antlers carved bone around my neck black fin slapping artic waters a drum beat humming on
falling stone
words | spirit
words | spirit
©2023 michael raven
so many falling carved into stone some falling up others falling down pawing at the dirt i grow antlers carved bone around my neck black fin slapping artic waters a drum beat humming on
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Riveting images, yet mysterious and potent, an indeterminate between. I like it.
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Thanks Melody 🙂
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Beautiful. I really love the last four lines.
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Thank you, Bridgette. ❤
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