Author: wiggins.da

shape

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in twilight’s clutch, we wander

as shape-shifting souls by midnight’s call 

our hidden selves, a haunting wonder

in ghastly shadows, where the dead enthrall


silly


a whimsical witch, her chuckles her spell,
silly and mirthful, through lands she does dwell,
brewing up joy, wherever she may roam,
in laughter’s incantation, she finds her home


bear

in the northern rainforests, the spirit bear roams,

its cream fur sets it apart, a widely known legend

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in native mythos, revered as a symbol of peace,

scientifically, it’s the Kermode bear, a rare beast


demon

she held the seven in her pockets deep,

their dark mutters, her sin,

yet, in her, a fire, a flame to keep,

defying these demons, her light from within


harvest

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in thoughts, we reap the wild and free,

harvesting the self, a reverie

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reuniting with our natural core,

in contemplation, we explore and restore


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