winters flute


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here she comes
in her long cloudy coat
hair all tangled n grey
blowing wispy
across the skies
this giant whale

a winters day

she cries
a rainfall of skies
filling the earth mothers
dry summer mouth
her cracked skin lips
turning pale
cold as a stone moon
she sails with the currents
of the wounded and battered winds
her kiss of leaves left like a whip
stings raw against my naked skin

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