Wind, she crafts mountains
Clumsy stance over a dry fountain
She whispered of tomorrow,
She whispered over chronic reasons.
Dream a little fool, dream a bit,
Drown little deeper, whine a bit,
She storms out with withering whirl,
She sleeps in the corner, tangled and twirled.
Possesed and profound, she drinks few,
She takes lead, she moves her feet,
She sings of, thy freedom, thy emptiness in slippery dew,
She just is.
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Spontaneous Overflow
Poetrychildish attempt to gather random analogies to form nothing. just like life, It will not mean but just be. It is vague but it isn't hard. It is simple, It is poetry.
