We Are Brushing
tiny silver streaks
vanishing in the
womb of the
sleeping
sea
bushes trees then rocks
appearing like the silhouettes
of engaging women
breeze in the older trees
spreading shadows of
life and death
we are brushing
our memories
sadness is cleaned
happiness in the
fresh breath
another day
she is smiling
sep 1 2016
12.12 pm
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