Jen Juice

Relevancy comes in two tones – discretion and impetuousness

Sitting in the muse of my existence

Shadowing the lucrative limelight that surrounds me (I’m not impressed)Cycles swarming

Vast peaches falling

Spilling

Juice

Down

the corridor of my mind

Flowers seem as deceptive

As the breeze simmering through my lips

Blowing…

As if there was a fingertip

Pushing the words

balancing shades

Of sorrow

And the not to mentions

Of tomorrow

Shaking the difference

Of logic and the emotion filled

flagging it up to

A whistle blown…

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