slow, slow flowing hours
Time is elusive in this
day of April
soul groans
In essence bold
dates
On the night the silence that reveals sweet songs
Among the intimate passages
Of my breath I feel the sweet cloud of April
Driven by wind storm At the majestic peak
That tears and whip, circling in the cyclone
I let myself fall into the lap
secret
Cozy and secure perimeter without
M 'quiet adagio
Crumble bones
I become drowsy
feather In the absence of better days
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