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Jul 2018
star flecks scratch cloudscape,
amber moon, scalded milk sky:
a night after snow
/
i fear darkness, dust,
air itself; space means farewell, means
i am alive and thus alone
/
the flowers are gray
as hearts forging fallow moons
we die: seasons change
/
So find the timeβ€” the
thing you do, the why you’re hereβ€”
that is life giving
/
run straight into the deep
where moonlight cuts colors
on the sea
Yves C Sutherland
Written by
Yves C Sutherland  19/M/VA
(19/M/VA)   
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