this is my newest creation, but i need to think of a beginning stanza to link it all together..
with a sight such as this
its beauty must be uncharted
with a glance to his closed palms
a map rests silenced
with faces freckled
and sunlight gracing bright eyes
she tightens her laces
and jumps in puddles in her father's old boots
who knew what was there
it was scarce to their eyes
but they were quick to mellow with a slow song
earth had strung a mighty chorus
with landscapes to mirror dimensions of sound
.streams
.serpentining fjords
.rattle to sleep
.open canvas
i'd like to add those elements
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