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Poetry Written in the Solitude of Time
註釋Conjured Clouds Look at the trees, Barking, brittle and chipped away. Maybe the water ain't right. Perched sweat forms to a salty paste washed from my eyes. You put the picture together and thoughts came back. You're still hurtin'. The brain cells restored to a point. Your rationale listens, and you are challenged. Rows of birds waving, letter in the sky. Look again, they are higher. Waves of seagulls gliding in motion on a gusty breeze, flipping cold air to the ground. We'll fight on. Surroundings give you heartache, but the spirit keeps you wild