life slips away like silk cloth
between fingertips
light slips behind cloud cover
yet thin strands of light escapes
creating golden lines…
language causes damage
when open-mouth sounds
and staccato phrasing are loosely
spun together
she is a crystal of salt
in open water
drifting with the ebb and flow
careless with the simple life
she is a crystal of salt
in an open wound
burning through waves
careless with golden light strands
lost behind cloud cover
wavering with rains
drifting in open waters
burning away her bittersweet destiny
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