Today the storm broke.
An atomic bomb of surprise.
Spring awoke like a muffled heartbeat.
A crystal obelisk to Spanish royalty.
Light glimmers on weekends.
Sundays unforgiving
Sanded dollars
Wounded elk
In the sky's of larking shadows.
My eyes open at the possibility.
Stars with broken wings.
Angels with stolen hearts.
The aches of freedom.
pressed to the edge of sanity.
Now in the skys.
Clouds above orphaned ambitions.
Laughter no longer recurring
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