Back to bed
She said
Sky is Falling
Is all
Nevermind dreams
Underfoot
I’ll sweep up
In the morning
Rain feels
Cold
Maybe that’s just
Me
Break softly
So not to
Disturb
Passersby gently
Gather rose petal
Ruins
Rag man frowns
Puts me together again
Dust feels
Like Home
Maybe that’s just
Me
Waiting
For the ride
Missed
Forget where
Going lost
In wind rippled
Flowers
Violet sea and white
Wind feels
Like Friend
Maybe that’s just
Me
Hurricane waits
Sleeping within
Uneasy
Prayer beads chain
Calm throat sutra
Hazard eye
Opens
Closes unseeing
Sky breaks
Nothing changes
Maybe that’s just
Me
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