stones gathered in the backyard
fallen from trees
ther's a light that shines through mist
or is it your blinding eyes
snow in the mid summer
trickling down the window pane
yellow stains it leaves
reminding how we went insane
clear clouds in the clear old sky
a bird's swayed flight
like guitar strums on your wrigggling spines
tears the silence of the night
drops of water on your forehead
they trickle down ur nose
the cheeks they smell moisty green
your tongue a fragrant smoke
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