The sun dips into the river
Like an Easter egg
Falling into a cup of red dye.
My heart breaks into
A million pieces of
Deep red sunbeams
And the wind picks up my brain
Like a parent
Who embraces her child
After the tantrum has expired,
And sleep wins the battle.
I drift along the bluffs
Searching for the pieces of
My heart on the arms of
The wind that holds my brain
Above the passions I have lost.
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