Like the docile streets of night
The Lotus beckons
Out in the square
Voices carry the luggage of a hundred travellers
The buckles are about to burst!
Love walked away with 30p
Autumn dances an endless waltz with the Breeze
The Breeze leans forward and runs his fingers through Autumn's grasses
Out in the estuary
The chimeric song of an open flame
Echoes against the cliffs
The trees gaze down on the tide with looks of empty clay jars
Ocean blows a kiss to the Moon
The Moon hugs Ocean in an embrace that stretches from Monday to Wednesday
In the streets of towne
The buildings squint through the night
Watching the vagrants pass
The beldames sweep the broken spirits from East to West
Dogs howl at the Abyss of Stars
The Abyss of Stars listens with the ears of galaxies.
The Lotus beckons
Like the docile streets of night
The Lotus beckons
~Sharpen The Saw.
Loves,
Digress.
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