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 A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
| I know you weren’t long for my world, but I’m long for this one… Bard eclectic, it’s so hard to know me. Where even the next line goes? Unknowable as it seems life breathes dreams, huffed out the window on streams flowing any way the wind blows. And under a tree, once we shared an apple. You chose to depart, where storms rolled. I no longer go, but to trees. Bard eclectic since you taught love. Where even the next time it flows? Seems unknowable where wind sends dreams, puffed down avenues, invisibly stream, flowing any way a jet stream goes. It took you from me, I consider with a chosen fruit of knowledge that spoils with solstice snows. When thaw, an eclectic one drenches in rain, sings refrains to the arriving willow swaying, songbirds having sung, flown. If tomorrow I die…you’ll know why; but, don’t let air flow fool you. I’m hardly different, as you’ll see. 6.13.25
as it seems the banner does not ripple, nor metal tether echo-clang, in duty-bound descension. “I was brave enough, passionate enough and got over the stupid.” from “Songs I Don’t Sing To You” because you don’t listen. Less yet, approach. |
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