Their Sentences

Dot dot dot
The raindrops just
Drip unto leaflet membranes
Down to the leafy eves of leaves,
Gravity taking its course
Knowing even lamb ears would
Oft flick off waters,
Fibers soaking up, hatreds
In its manifesto manifested,
As thankful lovers would say,
“I really truly hate you
More and more each day.”
In some distant place
Beholding smoldering gazes,
Winds spiral and graze,
When they’d cursed their fate
Of grievances that existed
In passion fueled states.

Carry On – Frameworks

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