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pantomime

long, to aspire
love drops from the sun
to live
or come undone

aimless ways of the sea
us butterflies,
effortlessly in the breeze
floating through days
and hidden in restless nights

attuned to the way
handwritten notes
a swallowed shrill, to dear
washed away from the fear

and we linger in the moments
as they pass
wandering the sounds of the past

we now the flowers
bowing our heads
in an unadorned rain
ruined amongst the ruins
~
knowing life
will be there again