i.
the grass in the meadows
has grown high,
it melts like an emerald
sea under the sun.
ii.
summer stretches
robotic and angular
everything larger than life
sunshine and the childish rains
pouring stormy drops
on the window.
iii.
the sky is perfectly white
the cloud is an unbroken
line, no dots or dashs,
no hyphens or metaphors.
iv.
i dress in the morning and
undress at night let the
pools of the night tether me
to the sky.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
i.
the grass in the meadows
has grown high,
it melts like an emerald
sea under the sun.
ii.
summer stretches
robotic and angular
everything larger than life
sunshine and the childish rains
pouring stormy drops
on the window.
iii.
the sky is perfectly white
the cloud is an unbroken
line, no dots or dashs,
no hyphens or metaphors.
iv.
i dress in the morning and
undress at night let the
pools of the night tether me
to the sky.
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