Can't keep running away
The harmonics of horns wander through cold ears
Oh how it shivers down
Truth is sound, that are the chills creeping on a cloudy day.
Surely this is beauty
Dull days frighten the thought that light is faded.
Behind ever grey cloud cluster
Lays the source of earths energy
Smoke in mirrors, moderate dawns, slow mornings
Can't keep running away.
Climate masked, the smiles strangers pose.
Delighted that my outfit is fitting for a lost poet,
And stares glaze the glass
Of red beet juiced with the fruits of a healthy labor
In this nourishment, I hope to replenish and regain.
On and On.
The forward progress, the pull from a nervous nature
Telling my ears,
Telling my song
Can't keep running away,
When shadows remain.
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