The chillest, the happiest. this song

 

April wind, relentless
thick soup of single-mindedness, exposing
vulnerabilities in the
deepest roots of

these walls:
they were useful once,
to be sure.

That was winter,
That was war.

Now they block out the sun
and rain,
both.

(your flowers are sleeping,
prolonged hibernation.

dreaming of how the moon
pulls the oceans
into
herself.)

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