Tied Bows
By: M. MacMinn
She walks in smooth and casual strokes
her beauty slicing the air
she seems like a dream, dancing through tied bows
that hidden child that knows too much
to let her sadness show
When time has come to cast away
the age old beauty's grown
more days have come and light has dawned
shouting days to weeks to months to years
in decades, and centuries collapse
Rebirth, awake and lapse
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The Road to Tennessee
The Road to Tennessee
By: M. MacMinn
There is a special silence in the south
It's embracing, like a snug hug,
warm and comforting.
It's in the air
It's also stern,
impending and harsh
Raw and natural
on every given day
You can bask in it
and hide from it
all at once
Vast, open and slow
www.markmacminn.com
By: M. MacMinn
There is a special silence in the south
It's embracing, like a snug hug,
warm and comforting.
It's in the air
It's also stern,
impending and harsh
Raw and natural
on every given day
You can bask in it
and hide from it
all at once
Vast, open and slow
www.markmacminn.com
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