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3/8 Of A Moment
What scars
trail swaths through blades of grass
wilt low
drying yellow by the bask of an all day sun
who knew
the lethal charms beamed ostentatious
i watched
pillows roll tears to an open field
cross-legged
watching pink skies fade to white
with distance
two thumbs
twiddled, coaxing moisture from hay stalks
spun gold
left in willowed ends delicate and beautiful
sown sacred
as nature knows how to always give, endless
loom shadow
and watch as the moon rises, wane with pity
satr luminance
and two cranes flown silhouette
cry out
trail swaths through blades of grass
wilt low
drying yellow by the bask of an all day sun
who knew
the lethal charms beamed ostentatious
i watched
pillows roll tears to an open field
cross-legged
watching pink skies fade to white
with distance
two thumbs
twiddled, coaxing moisture from hay stalks
spun gold
left in willowed ends delicate and beautiful
sown sacred
as nature knows how to always give, endless
loom shadow
and watch as the moon rises, wane with pity
satr luminance
and two cranes flown silhouette
cry out
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