The future coming our wayresembles certain dreams if only I could feel itCloudscape stillnessmoving its slow mightthrough silencetowards evening's endwith breaths of ... pale rust/burnt orange/tranquil greyice bluesorrowful, rootless, silentif only I could reach itWe can only imaginewhat future is waitingif only I could know itDusk's birdsong is, differentsettled echoes echo settlingsthrough her heatbeatsmy heartbeatsher […]
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