Inadvertently
It slips to my realm.
Believe, I never wanted it so bad
To tickle stone of my shell;
To flow;
To be my well.
And it - the weather -
Having never been anticipated,
Bends, transforms
Into a weatherly incipient ******
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
Inadvertently
It slips to my realm.
Believe, I never wanted it so bad
To tickle stone of my shell;
To flow;
To be my well.
And it - the weather -
Having never been anticipated,
Bends, transforms
Into a weatherly incipient ******
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