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Slow hot day

and the air wet as a river 

rolling down my spine 

the shade isn't enough 

when the sun sends streamers of moisture

through the glade 

night falls slow

but dreams call 

quick if hollow 

floating away from it all

Note:  The picture is from my brother's trip to visit our niece in…

isn't everything ever 

wanted 

and everythings yet to be 

created in a flow…

so the future arives

in full bloom 

and wanting 

all i said before 

was candy 

and I glossed my 

eyes over

over and again 

'til something rang my bell 

alone on the hill 

I heard the rhythm 

blanking me away 

and soon did something else come 

into the empty places 

filling spaces left vacated

by the endless stream of lonelinesses 

dancing in my…

so the future arives

in full bloom 

and wanting 

all i said before 

was candy 

and I glossed my 

over my eyes 

over and again 

'til something rang my bell 

alone upon a hill 

I heard the rhythm 

blanking me away 

and soon did something else come 

into the empty places 

filling spaces left vacated

by the endless stream of lonelinesses 

dancing in my…