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I can feel July morning breezes 

Chill me to the core of my bones 

As dawn’s fiery colors rise above  

The horizontal plains of conscious  

As default emotions break down  

My heart remembers her presence 

And just can’t replace the absence     

The whole world wobbles around  

Like some broken merry go round  

Every day is the same indifference  

What matters the most is lacking  

On the shores of all the forgotten  

And wave after wave crashes alive  

Their echoes are breezes… in July 


Poet of the Light © 2022  


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