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A spiral breeze, calls smoothly I move, completely loose, winged leaf through the grove, dawning shades and though my first skin fades. A smile falls in the clovers, rose and white tones blooming grass glowing under the dew, like emerald stained glass. * K MARCH * Y © copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.

The light, decanted by the leaves - 'tis diffused, A scattering barely seen from the ground; Perhaps the greed of a few, who were crowned By the light are blessed; the rest refused This need... Could be a thought - or a ruse: The leaves that are in the shadows still live; They manage themselves, the Sun need not give Any importance for their needs: disuse Has made them adapt to their surroundings. Just as a child who accepts the darkness, The leaves survive.  And for this, adapting To what we think as Fate wrought in sadness, They are like their roof above: their callings Understood; more than us, who see far less.

Perhaps eventually you'll see the way the wind blows steadily,   shaking the silver fog away from everyone's silent eyes, filled with sharp stars.   And one day, there will be miles   to cross before you keep whatever there was you cared about   before your eternal sleep.   In the thrashing metallic water   that whips creamy waves and   throws fresh foam over and over again, you can feel the power of the restless ocean deep. No raft can save you, splinters and raw drift,   from the heavy waves that can   drag you into a forever sleep.   If you must float carefully on the surface,   and throw away your thoughts of  your own significance

Flowers make loneliness no less lonely.

if i could claw your voice out of my ears with a single fleshy-pulped fist i would.

She tries to count his last heartbeats; her breaths coming in circular rhythms. He spoke his final words in melodies, ivory keys screaming his demise. He is gone. "Life is a fairy tale astray." She thinks, but his composition is not unfinished for hidden syllables framed the final notes. "He loved you." His presence lingers.

You gave me the freedom to do as I please. Tears hit the floor fast when you're down on your knees. Your blood was blue then red when spilt. I'm causing the anguish but you feel the guilt Your mouth is mute because it's hard to scream. When I've ripped your tongue out by the seam. Your pulse is a whisper I can barely hear a thing. I would have kept you longer. Had you not fled on Death's wing.