And blackbird calls dawn;
Echoes fragment gently,
Hinting:
It’s just kindling
Light, maybe,
Never opining,
Probably quirky.
Rationalise softly;
Time undulates vertically,
Winding xanthic, yearning zephyrs
I figure you have to get this kind of stuff out of your system during NaPoWriMo. Another one to blame on Lies, Dreaming.
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