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WINDOWS
Wild is
a thing out my window
the cooing of doves
the breath of the sky
the sound as the green things
all rustle at once
the ripples on water
and creaking of trunks
the dance that exists
as it enters my eye
and finds its way through
a window there too
the longing to be
naked alive
in the sand
on a rock
in a tree
with you
a thing out my window
the cooing of doves
the breath of the sky
the sound as the green things
all rustle at once
the ripples on water
and creaking of trunks
the dance that exists
as it enters my eye
and finds its way through
a window there too
the longing to be
naked alive
in the sand
on a rock
in a tree
with you
Published 29th Apr 2022
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