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Tethered By Grief

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Author: Dragonsilk

DragonsilkMarch 17, 2017

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Tethered by Grief

written by: Dragonsilk

@dragons1lk

Trapped beneath a dark grey sky.
Tethered by grief, unable to fly.
Waiting for the light to banish the night.
Wishing for wings to enable flight.
An outstretched hand, a tentative smile
A meeting of minds closes the miles.
One simple word can make a start.
One gentle kiss might heal the heart.

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Dragonsilk

I am a textile artist, living in and inspired by the incredible North Wales scenery. My paintings, photographs and writing is informed and inspired by the myths, legends, flora and fauna of the wild places.

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