The sun shone and did not
outside the windows rain
distorted trees beckoned
to the wind words were said
and remained translucent
unheard behind our armour
we were more than
ever fragile in anonymity
we became singular our gaze
so tender we did not
recognize our own secrets
prowling patiently
the wilderness in our hearts
(c) 2020, by Hannah Six
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