a toddler
rocks to sleep...
Dancing sparkles shimmer on its undulating...
whilst gulls bob gently up and down...
y/our laughter is a metronome
playing into the late hours of...
There are times in a woman's life
when her lower lip crinkles...
In water and echoes,
I swim and swallow...
If only I could write a sonnet, sigh
perhaps, my thoughts could get well organized...
They said I was born as a teardrop
to evade your grasp...
From the outside looking in
It may seem like a slight shake...
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fingers select notes...
I really don't know
what I am doing...
Does the chilly November air snuff out my breath?
Or am I a fool for thinking that I could breathe...
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Someone had just jumped in front of the train I...