When you heart beats, it makes
a sound that can be found in gardens
made of: bare eardrums
shuffling of pauses and quiet
dragging of whispers and cool murmurs
touches my shoulders and grabs my insides
as tireless as wings of angels
a tongueless thought, the budding
effects of clouds
in your ears shrinks sweet, i call to you
till the rain stops
the whirs of the air
the chilling tap of air bubbles
twisting with caution
curious can be long
the must as moist moistens
the mist moves in
the clouds clousd over coming down comets condescending
yet the rain stays
too deeply
i - the white necked nightingale -
daring and open
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