The Tamarind trees talk
Of whispering white wisps
And of Dreams dreamt during
Daylight's dawning
Simple-sandaled streets
Laugh at lovers lost
They see serrations
in the subtlety of our
fate-symhpony
And we bare our benevolence
by bearing
blood soaked breasts.
What do you want, oh wanderer?
We keep all our concrete concretely connected
Every laugh and lick is littered
With loss
Leave us to ourselves.
3 of them wept:
you write awesome! =|
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