I saw

the shadows

of the clouds

 

folded over

by the storm’s

tongue melt

in the silvery

trails

 

and they swallowed

the pain

I left,

 

strewn

in broken

shards of cold

rain.

 

And my soul

flapped to the wind

 

and my soul

taken

off its hinges

 

took hold

of the wet grass, green

like a happier song.

 

and I sang

my quivering

lips over the silvery

trails

of the snails

 

born from a storm’s

tongue.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo : Doreen Dee