vintage skies, vintage clouds

the day is about to be over

moon is bigger bright


some dizzy love birds hover

landing on antique stems

night is molesting the stars


what heartaches i’ve recalled

it’s all but a random grief

my pain is floating on air




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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4 Responses to willow

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