Birdsongs. – Tomic Riter

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twilight wind carries everywhere


trees are hanging from the sky

penetrating these walls

their roots rising from my fingertips

I could have sipped all this dirty water

that was clean before it fell down

sometimes, traveling miles gives nothing

other than vast green fields and no talks

birdsongs die and gold washes away

from the sky.

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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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