the wind is beautiful soft blue
tonight the moon is quiet just a giggle in a hush
i wait and i call in my thoughts they are impetuous children
while my soul walks on sunset’s shores alone
the sewers carry my logic atop the roads i see the cliffs
down to the ocean gravity tolls a bell
where i wait in the dark for Venus to glow
where i feel your salty cold hands in a fast fading memory
in my imagination cherry tree in symphony
deep down in the last hope hands no longer clasped
of my heart i know not where or what to say
the trance broken by an old girl
starry are her purple eyes
she asks for a smoke
smiling i shrug my shoulders
she comforts me for not having the vice
little does she know
the habit of you in my soul
inhibits my mind
forever
words less spoken 
This a delightfully mysterious piece. I’ve read it a few times and trying to get the full meaning. I love the imagery and enjoy your phrases – just a giggle in a hush. Thank you for joining this week’s challenge. 🙂
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thanks Eugenia, with this piece im exploring those last lingering stabbing feelings of hope that a lost romance might come back after they have left you a long time back some times you feel happy and liberated and at other times youre a mess 🙂 thanks for reading
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Good one Hon 💜🌼
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thanks Jen! 🙂
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