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
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