The Oracle, once again, discarded all my original words and replaced them with her own. And perhaps not so strangely I found a collage I did a few weeks ago that fit perfectly.
ask the blue wind why
it cries as if nothing sails
on moonshadowed seas
we sleep in the languages
of water whispered dreams
K. 
That second stanza is gorgeous!
We do have very similar poems this week. š
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Thanks Merril.
Yours also popped up as soon as I published mine and the blue caught my eye right away.
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You’re welcome. That blue is beautiful, isn’t it?
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A perfect combination of words and collage!
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Thanks Ingrid.
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Beautiful. We certainly sleep in languages.
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We do indeed. Thanks Manja.
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I see your moons as moons and as orbs. Such a lovely couplet,
“we sleep in the languages
of water whispered dreams”
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Thanks Jade. Straight from the Oracle.
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