Stay with me
The Zephyr breathes with lungs
unsullied by cigarette smoke,
siesta nap
a lazy Sunday on an afternoon
when flowers wilt sky is recklessly
nude in transparent whispers
of silky clouds.
Breathtakingly the silence
if it should
stop
stop
I would fall into a chasm
of pale rainbows,
stillborn moons,
corroded stars
where words of love
are unheard of a silent echo
Inhale and exhale my lovely
Blow a gale too
but don’t leave me alone in
city parks where old men sit
tell how old they are.
Filthy homes
Shirts are worn too long .
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