Sensations
Sensations lift into the air.
They're soft and travel
through the night.
They circle as if without a care,
and never shudder in their fright.
It happens just so...
as the oceans ebb and flow,
the air is sweet, serene
and longs forever to be clean.
The strings that hold this life together,
tatter in this horrid weather.
They dare not make a sound,
for fear that they'd
be found
...and all would near the end
of what they knew.
Shattered spirits flow among
the morning dew.
It happens just so...
as the air will never grow,
the ground is rough to heal,
and hates to always feel
the sensations...
ripping through a
steady plane,
a tear does terror their terrain.
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