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Monday, June 25, 2018

Wild.

My words
run out of breath
thinking
of the silence of
- yellow afternoons -
spent with you
on pine roads
cutting through a mountain.

That day,

when
our silence
runs out of breath,
WON'T WE?
plant us
- as seeds -
on these pine roads.
Those that grow
Wild.

2 comments:

  1. Oh! wow!!wouldn't it be amazing for those seeds to grow and flourish into wild trees and spread across the universe!Immortal love!

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  2. Indeed! When the silence breaks,
    then those who grow in the wild will be offered a life.

    Indeed! our words will run out of breath for those -yellow afternoons- which offered us chance to breath and get drunk with a cup full of love and a toast full of life.

    Indeed! the immortal love remains forever like a pearl in the ocean and for what remains is
    -our stories etched on these pines to remind us our stories in another life-

    -VS

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