Stork At Sundown
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duskthoughts Empathy-The voice of understanding
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for those desperate to be vocal but held back by fear/anxiety...

Stork At Sundown

Author note; Returning back to my challenge of using the photos I have taken whilst traveling, here is a new instalment, this photo is one of my favourites and I’m apprehensive I did it justice 😅

Stork At Sundown

For where would the wind blow

For where would the wind blow if spring fell short

For where would the wind blow if spring fell short to a slumber haze?

But of course

But of course down by the creeks edge,

But of course down by the creeks edge, in the feathers of a stork

But of course down by the creeks edge, in the feathers of a stork with each flightless wave.

Apricot fingers scratching heads

Apricot fingers scratching heads of wise trees

Apricot fingers scratching heads of wise trees along reflective mirror glaze,

Apricot fingers scratching heads of wise trees along reflective mirror glaze, like ink spills of sunset.

Lily-pads drift

Lily-pads drift with mature fairy-seeds

Lily-pads drift with mature fairy-seeds settling in marshlands

Lily-pads drift with mature fairy-seeds settling in marshlands to dream.

Bejewelled inquisition,

Bejewelled inquisition, observing schools of thought

Bejewelled inquisition, observing schools of thought swim freely

Bejewelled inquisition, observing schools of thought swim freely through his phantom beak.

Do thine eyes not see

Do thine eyes not see the desperation of buds

Do thine eyes not see the desperation of buds resting in his tongue

Do thine eyes not see the desperation of buds resting in his tongue yearning

Do thine eyes not see the desperation of buds resting in his tongue yearning for just one scale?

O’ Sun,

O’ Sun, must you bow to the Moon?

O’ Sun, must you bow to the Moon? leaving the stork to fish at sundown,

O’ Sun, must you bow to the Moon? leaving the stork to fish at sundown, for the thoughts he cannot hunt.

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