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April 13, 2012 / austreberto

Day thirteen

love songs to our younger selves


we spend the time before we sleep

weaving together the songs of love

we so desperately desire


they sound like tree frogs

on summer nights

trying to give the crickets reason

not to fill the awkward silence

that’s between young lovers

who don’t know how to speak to each other yet


mosquitoes wish to join in

promise not to bite

and flap their wings

to carry the breeze we borrowed

eight years ago


so let’s blow our kisses to the wind

and see where they may land


worry not about finding true love so early in life


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