These wings don’t flock
I am not forced by any wind
Ungrounded from the land and molds
Behold everyone, the individual
A pure source
Pure eyes
A soul who’s unknown
Doesn’t quite belong anywhere
Found in anything and everything; every being
Fruit
He poured some passion
Plucked me as fruit
I was healthy; a milky way
His sweet comfort
His wild girl
A bud turned bloom in his hands
Nature & nurture
Newness
What news!
The arrival
And the departure
Both equal in value and pleasure
To the adventurous wondering soul
Rise
Kali Yuga
Sacrifices
Pearly eyes
DAYDREAMER
One hundred Lonely Years
One hundred lo lee years
is a trusted risk
diminished too quick
teasing taste of bliss
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