Time In Tides Shall Find Her

time in tides shall find her
wrapped in aimless waiver
jutting like a wayward bough

frowns the upturned sky

slivers lost tinged conifer
swallow then her song

echoes now unravel distant

from bead to silent fractal
as breath that warms this shoulder

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