7 minutes I
never got tired
just felt like my heart

was ready to give up peacefully finally

I don’t really understand the pull of it
so I stop analyzing and gather up the
loose

lost
strands of wind
swimming by with
meek determination

It is beautiful.


Quiet
Don’t know what it’s saying
words are not important to me

at this moment


right now
Don’t scream at them to articulate

Because

They are Beautiful.

solemn holy muddle grouped into sung stanzas
They’ve make me write poetry how it was suppose to be written
majestic but subtle modest and flowery an epic recipe of flavors

Yes, that is all they are

And now and then I steal twitching glances

directed your way
and you too are


Beautiful

The words come back
I still don’t understand but they mean

so



much.