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[mermaid_green]

Pebbles at my feet massage my feet softly with longing;
Three times the sorrows of a small bird, wafting, cackling
in the trees.
The silence
of overwhelmed moments
hanging
bitterly, swell with mirth. Do you
smile, my lovely pearls? Do you
cry?

These moments have
Whispered, the
Small hopes shining worries through
And happy memories becoming the
massive silence, blending and fading from and into view.

I wonder if this moment will weigh heavy.
I wonder if moments can be
purged.
I wonder when I will see him,
When he holds my heart as he holds me,
Teetering on glee and love, silliness,
Punching the air with kisses,
Breathing life into my
Ears,
Wisting away in front of the sky

Love my heart  it shouldn't.

I wish my thoughts would leave me alone.