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Jun 2013
Less and less
as addiction breaks
and connections appear
like sidewalk cracks
that allow grass
and weeds to wander up and through
to grow
like dandelions.

Providing little spikes of sunshine out of a darkened place
and floating messages once they die;
carried along by the wind
and breaths of the wishing hopefuls.

Soaring across the sky
like clouds blown by wind
and drafts entering windows
that blow curtains fro
and to lift hair back and breeze in
(breathe in)
the scents of summer.
A summer poem brought on by a sudden urge to write and express that required me not to think too deeply about what I wrote while I wrote it. One might even call it a "happy" poem with no hidden meanings save those of "good feelings: and whatever you wish it to mean.
Icarus M
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Icarus M  25/Earth
   Anna, Timothy, spysgrandson, --- and ---
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