a breeze
cannot be held
until
it falls
into a single
breath.
each river's path
is slowly-etched-
moving in stillness,
it drinks us
and we are quenched
of thirst.
sometimes
rain falls up,
toward a frozen
sky-
when a world
is upside-down
or love's
worn inside-out,
or the other way
round.









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