The branches scratch
against twilight.
Instinct drives
grotesque beauty
to reach for
evening's soft caress.
The wind wrenches
them toward the earth.
The branches resist
like torn muscles
that scream
from overuse.
A sensual moan
seeps through the limbs
and masks the violence
of the wind's intentions.
The wind proves to be
a casual and indifferent
lover and leaves
the branches trembling.
Please tell me what you think
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Excellent
From background to font, this is perfect. I really like the imagery in this.
~~The branches scratch
against twilight.
Instinct drives
grotesque beauty
to reach for
evening's soft caress.~~
Scratching twilight, I am stealing that, right now.
I love this.
Joe
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amazing!
you did such a great job with this one, I never ever would've put it together like this - and it's so not what I had in mind creating the word bank, but it's executed perfectly.
The imagery is amazing and the visuals are great.
Couldn't have been better.... <3
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