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Remains of My Brains

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Remains of My Brains

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Remains of My Brains | Thoughts, feelings, words Remains of My Brains Thoughts, feelings, words April 19, 2014 by Remains of My Brains Here, Where He Waits The soft rolls of green sway like the tips of boats, or ripple like pond water. Green, billowing, a soft pillow for the white tummies of does. It folds and curves to the horizon until it fades into azure.   Slouched in the shade of the Climbing Tree, he stares, waiting, for the strict sun to meet the earth. Here he feels the wind as though diving through the crisp, pellucid pond. Here he listens to songless birds, the shimmer of the red oak’s leaves, here, where time slows.   And through the green a boy wades as crickets whir, as the sky blushes orange, Queen Anne’s Lace spilling from his fingers, here, where they don’t have to whisper, “I love you.” Posted in Uncategorized Tagged cute , gay , grass , love , nature , poem , Poetry , ponds , relationships...

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