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Posted by on Mar 31, 2020 in Poetry | 0 comments



It is good to play sad songs in the heat
Light ripples the mirrored faces of trees
Ages ago the day completed repeated
Asteroids and comets streak the evening sky
A girl clutches her braids
A bike winds in the air
Tires spinning to earth

Hello storm of the new day
Hello fellow man on a branch
Woman falling through the shattered water
She blooms on the surface

My love I have seen you
Living on an icy cloud
I have heard your melody in the whistling birds
The wind touches us gently now
We only have each other

There are no crowds and future
A distant thought in a shroud
Of unmeaning, the grey the black
The white light gleaming on metal bars

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