every happening

This line I draw on you is sharp
And this turning down the corners of your
Mouth
-a breath
And when your look is a loud sky:

I cover your quiet
the clover grows thick here where I am a haze
I reveal in this humour
That we would take life so soundly
And hold it so firmly

Until it pulls apart
Like the threaded clouds high
Above this blue sky
(us including)

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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