the ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
powerful melodies in the driving seat
gearing up for this life, so sweet
movement is meaning made
silence, gratitude paid
happy are those faces
who can smile in a storm
green and grey the sky
marries
life on earth
in ceremonious drizzle
caught up in between the sweetness
of sounds stored in love's cocoon
in the tragedies come too much too soon
in a life lost before it's in full bloom
in the wailing whimper of the winds gone home
in concentrated desires, who knows, for whom
can you feel the earth slugging towards june?
i trickle away
this may
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