Fallow 265

The sun is shining
Interspersed with dark storm clouds
Just a few for now

Walked to the cafe
Picked up flowers and coffee
Hope springs eternal

There is little time
Like labor being induced
This much feels quite clear

"Tilting at windmills"
If they must speak, let tongues wag
Until silver fades

I will not be chained
By these worthless physicians
My Doctor has come

Roses, snapdragon
Couch sittin', Bride's Gown sippin'
Not so far away

All these could be yours
Dream's rage shifting to tension
Tension deeply felt

Have they finally learned
The weight of Phoenix Feathers?
The wait of soulmates?

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