You,
with
a voice like no other
deep eyes bravely
fronting the throes
windows - like mirror
and those copious distractions
the flood of disruptions
to your dreaming tree
that which never drown
the pesky roots properly
while in the perpetual waiting
alone and caught in the
loudness crowd,
to me,
stand out.
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