Shallow

I hear a rattle of the leaves and it riddles me

Soft night

Sonic sight of fight or flight

I feel a lot from the breeze…

Like, as if it were cooler than me

And the moon is never transparent but the atmosphere in sight,

For she glows mysterious beauty as any woman wanting to be another’s universe would know as a signal to follow

The universe and all complexities, never a shallow breath

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