there is an ease
in the way
the words
fall of the lips.
in the way
the ears
catch the curves
of the laughter.
in the way
the goodbyes
feel less
like goodbyes.
in the way
the heart becomes
still again.
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Photograph by Kari Shea
Author: Biko
that feeling
that feeling.
when the worlds
of the words
never said
stand at the brink
of fingertips
bleeding ink.
and then.
there is life.
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time
new
perhaps
when the moon settles
and the kettle’s
whistling mellows into
peppermint
we will chance to begin again
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Trees
The trees are swaying across the skyline.
Dancing in the wind of the early afternoon.
To a rhythm played by a moving universe.
Still rooted.
But free.
I want something like that.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Mahkeo
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