ambient glances
transpiring from ashes
and airborne oceans
my senses surfing
the evening glow
honeycomb lights spinning
restless with bees
and could-have-beens
and what-I-might-do-
if-you-were-downs
it is April
in every sense
of the word
incense swirls around a
strange foreshadowing
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 1:09 AM UTC
ambient glances
transpiring from ashes
and airborne oceans
my senses surfing
the evening glow
honeycomb lights spinning
restless with bees
and could-have-beens
and what-I-might-do-
if-you-were-downs
it is April
in every sense
of the word
incense swirls around a
strange foreshadowing
Day 25
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