cracks in pavement disappear
perspectives shifting towards the sky
ominous grey clouds out-loom sunshine
the sun is not that high
but we are
on a beach away from winds
that tear leaves off the trees
and rip through clothing like a
twister through a broken barn
bare skin and nakedness
hold me closer to your breast
endless warmth with every breath
naturally alive and best
believe there is a way to better
health and happiness
covered up in fabrics like
a house covered in paint
that can be changed at season's whim
left to the weather to wither away
with age comes wisdom I am told
what happens when we repaint
what we no longer want to see
in thin leaves of gold
gilded thoughts are not so heavy
as we wish them to be.
solid gold is what we're going for
weight don't lie to me.
Wonderings of a wanderer
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