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Mar 2020
Milky clouds rise like kicked up dust
and spread like fog
in the early morning

Crystals rain down into the flood
of memories, swirling and twirling
until dissolved

Its tide slows and settles
stillness overcoming its surface
mirroring grey eyes
as quivering lips disturb

Slowly she sips,
warmth filling her void

Slowly she slips,
into numbness
Making tea with milk and sugar; though sweet it may be, sweet is not how I feel while drinking it

It allows for time to slow, and for the mind to wander... and wonder
Pepper Dove
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Pepper Dove  28/F
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