Brightest, like frost,
a moister dawn…

Did I live in peace?
Feel ancient life,
forest sanctuary,
stone moss?

The that do like him
soon rising
& almost dark,
I, insect, fall.

(Another Friday, another Magnetic poetry session.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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