Monday, October 29, 2012
like torrents tracing landscape, lashes fall to face, lips twisting into question, brows like zephyr raised. linked by rampant vision, race our thoughts unnamed, a stillness settles over, before the feral rain. this howling at my window, a tempest left unchained, thunders at the threshold, so stealthily we gaze. before we lowered glances, at juncture ruminate, for even cloaked in caution, we covet gales untamed.
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