with the sun in your eyes
leaping, and prancing
in the wind
and even though
you walked away
from me
i could still sense
where you were
what you were doing
what you were thinking
in heart
now the syllables are few
between me and you
and hair covers your eyes
from my inquisitive gaze
and even though i want to
know you
by heart
my brain gets in the way
trying to make sense
of a time that never
makes sense
even by the person
living the times
of unknown sketches
and unwritten rhymes
(grow)
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