The Book Of Bloems Ch. 17 : The Lemon Pound Cake

Air hits the trees and the rain begins to pour

Fruity bushes briskly moving toward the fire

Cloud time without artificial intelligence be mi amore

Completely matter-free sometimes maybe the desire

Midnights in the middle of the middle of the nothing………………………………

The altitude is currently at incredible levels of unseen

Two hours later the last word is the word unseen

Stuck in the sky with intentions of coming down when it’s really needed

And as this poem is depleted

M.a.R.a.N.a.T.e

© 2019 Maranate

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