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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Other · #2045014
Trying something unconventional..
Relax. Close your eyes. Take a few deep breaths. It's warm, but there's a cool breeze blowing. A favorite beverage is in reach. Soothing music plays softly. Everything is calm. Everything is peaceful. Until...
She comes she goes
she lives in the ashes
she stays sprinkled in morning rain
she lies dead every so often in the flowerbed
she is listless
as shadows piling on the earth
She fills the clouds she dampens the noon sun
she stands as the trees
Jagged in the dust when the storm breaks

She explodes one night
The horizon collects her remains
the sea takes it out into the patient night
Her voice is sticky between the soft summer soil her breath in the air - the faint scent behind the window

She melts in the light - she bleeds into the dome of the city

she catches a bus to a room to make art amidst the grime
she restlessly lingers on my rooftop
she is silent in the choppy ocean flowing consistently
Watching the glass collect water and dust in the grainy corner seat.

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