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I hope there are decent pages in your notebook to scribble our tale...

his heart ...

sitting in the moonlight
i feel for his guitar,
having limited strings
some few thin strands
and I fear
I may hear another
a brisk, sharp, cracking sound

a forthcoming day
i know
he maybe able to say a few words
that will make
breaths
leap
in their
pulsing Form

so rabbit sits by himself
with her and carrots in his mind
just wondering
if only this guitar wasn't his heart...

next few miles....

I wonder about your laughter and your stars
About your father and mother
And how you might look when you’re sad

I want to hear you whisper to me
on the phone
as if hiding yourself
from me and you.

why dontcha go on
and tell me all about
your favorite state lines
and faith in the next few miles

sweetest drop

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The smallest and sweetest drop
On the very top
As breeze greets hair on beach

we propel through time
Inside an original Possessing calcareous shell swirled
embracing the consequence
That notify each adjacent instant

The sweetest drop blown off the top
Hits the dust and
Becomes callous and rugged
losing itself for the pleasures of the earth

I think i know
have figured it out at last
Forgiving others helps in forgives yourself
It’s worldwide floral, honey aroma.
Nor mine
Nor yours
it's Ours

Blowing off the very top
The sweetest drop turns warm and callous
Then fragmenting collapsing dissolving evaporating
Back into the cycle again and
Here we go again!

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