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Frances May 2018
Sinking sands untouched by the eternal sun rays
burn holes through the hours' glass
It shatters

Disintegrated
By a pacing shock like a blooming spring's lightening

Blackness falls as eye lids flutter
Blue lips tremble in the cold
But the unchained heart is warming and radiant

Radiant like ephemeral breath
These pulsating branches weaveing us in enchantment
The rhythmic breezes wrapping

Rapping on our silken tender necks
Furrowed in a feathered nest
Bunking with Zues
Eating his grapes next to the fountain of youth

— The End —