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Grazing Between the Chaos and the Calm

I am standing on the bridge between chaos and tranquility, between crimson and greenery. I want to drink from that well of blue water, to graze beneath the hearts of rounded mountains. I want to stop and dance with the dandelions, to twirl around their seeds, to grow my own. I want to expel black…

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To Love a Bird (Is to Paint Her Red)

I am azure-headed, ruby-breasted, emerald-winged. I flutter into your embrace, only God and His sun as my witnesses. You tell me that I dazzle color, even when my feathers are plucked, even when all that is visible is the white plumage beneath the surface. When my toes are ripped, you stitch them back; when my…