when the petals fall

these trees and pleads

these whispers and feuds

a woman in eloquent stride

wind shifts her to peasantry

home and wind chimes

desperation and quiet

can you hear my mind

when the petals fall

when running is no longer

for scorn

but for pleasure

i have great distance

but i want inside

where strangers smile

echo me comforts presence

touch me simply

in my raw form

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