Moving Stone

words in the wind

sound like tangled chords

open space

allowing bloom towards freedom

mindlessly forward

wheels in tandem

rolling in love

darting oncoming traffic

no brake lights


inside an anxious current

a kiss

unlocking rusted gates

that guarded barren fields

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