Wednesday, March 26, 2014


Green Blades playing Wind like piano keys

There are hand games between the Dirt and Glass shards

Smothered laughter bows to Distance

Scrapes in Gravel’s back
Shovel and he are no long friends

There is the Stream playing hide and go seek with the Pebbles
Stream always seems to win

Palms are hammock by grass
They rest while Fingers pillow soil

Lung ingest Wind's gusting breaths
While Heart’s pace is swift with excitement

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