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Soft spoken hues

Of a sunset's afternoon

Resonate through the breeze...

I think I fell in love

With the sound of her voice...



Somehow

Three seconds encompassed

Eternities of oxygen.

Somehow

She ventilated

For me...

Somehow...





I think a wind

Just passed

Through my hair

Leaving traces of words

Pollen in the air...

I daresay my heart

is fertile

for her...



And I know

She can see through these eyes --

Thick brown mud

Hiding

Broken wonders

Buried beneath.

discover

and piece me

together

from under...





I hear fragments of thunder

Stack up

Into storms

This world has never known...

Let it rain.