
a mirage of joy
simple, foolish
trickling upward
a languid breeze
encircling
tiny sliced rhapsodies
beating inside words
a quiet heart pushes out
arrows flutter into the gentle grey
turning everything violet & pink
spilling out from two lips
the sweetest sorrows
swift, endearing
a song for the moving pedestrian
hushed inside
these ears
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