She said it without her words:
delicate phrases pouring like petals
dressed in soot from a fire's haze
smelling of sea spraying in a bay.
I wept, knowing its truth.
Such an end tearing a world
moments gone to eternity inside
bleeding shattered mornings at dusk.
My view of Literature: What I write and create, what I read and critique, what I see and hear.
You have entered the realm of a writer.
Welcome to A Writer's Landscape!
You have entered the realm of my mind where words play with the fabric of our existence. This is the map of my imagination: the very foundations of inspiration, musing, and thought splayed for your wandering eyes. Dive deep into the tides of these forces and experience my reality, my fantasy, my world; and if you should be so inclined, share your words with this land.
Peace and Love!
J Hart F
You have entered the realm of my mind where words play with the fabric of our existence. This is the map of my imagination: the very foundations of inspiration, musing, and thought splayed for your wandering eyes. Dive deep into the tides of these forces and experience my reality, my fantasy, my world; and if you should be so inclined, share your words with this land.
Peace and Love!
J Hart F
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