to a girl I knew

Many the thoughts

that still the hand

engaged in deeds

that take the thoughts

to soar

and swoop

and pound the earth

to raise the dust

that bathes the soul

that needs the bath

to clean the wicked out.

—–

The relentless pace is intentional. It is an outpouring. Love – Elise

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