Sophia Conway

Swallows dancing
together on a warm breeze.
Fleeting romance.
...

Cranes flying -
I bend my paper into
a thousand folds
...

The empty spaces
between people -
leaving room for those we love
and miss
...

Firefly glow
devoured in the burning suns of
car headlights
...

It is silent in the house when
the fog seals it from
across the lake where it gathered
its might and prepared to
...

I threw myself upon Mount Sinai
and demanded answers for my shame.
This pain
that burns within me is often stronger than
...

I am well acquainted with the lonely hours
and the shadows that occupy the world at night,
especially those in the darkest corners of my house
that makes me question the light.
...

This fruit tree does not grow that tall,
It is not laden with many fruits, sweet
And ripe, ready for the picking. It does
Not want to be picked at all but left in
...

I told no one.

I cannot remember why. My heart
...

I am

rare and humble;
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