Gossamer wings on gray black days
Flushing out the debris of our thinking
The pain of lightness burns my sorrow
An awkward silence of gusting winds
Drowns the guttural clang of lost hopes
Sighs of gigantic proportions were conflicted
Tolerance is understandable and chimes with radiance
I lose the sense of caution
When raindrops clutter the desperate dreams
But anguish always gives way to stocking footed strolls
In a backyard of bedrooms of moonlight wonder
Nothing but lust-less drama and evocative memories
Strawberries forever!
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