She
said; Stick around a bit,
I stood
like an oak tree
that
doesn’t know madness sick
but is
open mind and free
She came
like autumn windy day
I felt a
breezy heat
she got
my leaves down all the way
how good
it feels, how sweet...
She squeezed the colors of the sun
upon her
lovely skin
and left
no way i could run
except the blood within....
©
Leonard Seiti Wednesday morning 3 AM.
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