To spend the days aligned with me
To stop the noise and shut my eyes, my ears
To hide from thunder – open your wings!
For you have brought me, where I should be
(Through falls and summits, devils and seas)
In dreams, like breeze
(ethereal, enchanted)
With self at peace
About the Creator
Laura Rodben
Stray polyglot globetrotter and word-weaver. Languages have been "doors of perception" that approach the world and dilute/delete borders. Philosophy, literature, art and meditation: my pillars.
https://laurarodben.substack.com/
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Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore4 days ago in Fiction
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I could feel the peacefulness in your words, and an eternal presence. Well Done!!!
Beautifully written.