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(apostrophe's cost)

*the cost

of

'a post-strophe fee'

is a pouted heart

placed in parentheses*

 

(yet still on that ledge:)

 

 

 

1.

like the tail of a kite

caught on a wire

or high branch of a tree

waiting to be eased off

and breezed out

free

it hangs upside down

seeing 'everything'

tipsy-style

as its force is slow-drained

 

 

2.

this apostrophe

is

the mere tail-end

of a dragon

(in a pit of exhaustion)

dragged in deepest-red ink

leaving an inimitable trail

with emphasis on sincerest care

brackets are just (two curves)

which jealously guard

all what lies inside

while giving so much

love in indivisible power-curls

 

 

3.

better to

let nature runs its course

of rivers flowing

and wild winds

while beetles walk on stones

yet

while trying to make a mark

with missives in the sand

the waves make sure

to wash them all away

 

best then

to let know

in this now

that some things never die

(it's enough for veracity to flap its weary wings)

 

 

4.

flee then

this finest core-duel likely

there's always..maybe

the next now

 

(all the previous

were not quite squandered

in cold flight

but unexpected loss)

 

and

no use hiding from one's (own) shadow

for kites will take off

and fly high

in the sun

where shadows have no place to hide

 

 

 

 

 

*futile wondering

if it really

(has to)

spell

catastrophe

 

it does not*

 

 

 

 

(it really does not :)

 

 

 

S T. Saturday. 27 July 2013

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Jul 27, 2013
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love gentle breezes.. spelling serenity and whispered kindness on its breathe while being the hopeful envoy of waxless love.

sub-entry:  'Fool To Cry'

Songwriters: Jagger, **** / Richards, Keith

When I come home baby

And I've been working all night long

I put my daughter on my knee, and she say

Daddy, what's wrong?

I put my head on her shoulder

She whispers in my ear so sweet

You know what she says?

Daddy, you're a fool to cry

You're a fool to cry

And it makes me wonder why.

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