with time, etherealness appears

gentle hope juts out -- softly --

like the sweet stalks of lilies that grow along the mountain edge, 

who dip slowly to the breeze, succumbing with grace --

like drops of water (plink! plink!) eroding granite’s surface

 
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The Lone Cat

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    chemically bloated with sweetener
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