Minis are the in-betweens, the poems and musings filling the gaps between the larger productions featuring voiceover. Equal in thought and introspection, think of them as the appetizer to the main course.
In the morning hours she beckons Heaven’s sun from the tide’s edge
at the close of the day she sees it off
In the glory of the transition of days
blues and golds mixing with mist
the woman walking on shallow water is as tall as the sky
and endowed as the sound of the shore that rocks me to sleep
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