Tuesday, January 30, 2018

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I want to bleed the way a lilac sky kisses mountain tops,
and weigh upon the earth in sheets of rain.
Maybe I could churn (butter)in a breeze cast over tree tops;
sway the way bushes sway or fade as the moon wanes;
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Samuel Richard Leonard
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