In the subtle hours when imagination
pirouettes you may sometimes
hear drifting clouds play
a Mozart concerto to the red-blue sky
listen you can almost hear
still see her sense the unrecognizable
a guest uninvited
but welcome in your house
still see her crumpled
a velvet heap against an otherwise-empty
horizon though you know she is not
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Pixnio
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