Slow Motion: January

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Wishing for a summer sky
Drizzled misery in a shower of silver
No one sees the black eyes
Watching their feet plod onwards

A scarf bound neck
Cold hands
Open lips   
A forgotten name

The tired sky creeps above
Weary people trying to live
The sun sighs with them
Waiting to sink below the horizon

Haunted shaking of chia seeds
Floating clothes
Pink and and white peonies
Ivory soap like the gleam of the pearl

The world spins on an axle
The blood in our veins courses
We live our lives in a constant rush
Even when standing still.

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