Harmony
harmony
it’s hard to be
it’s hard to breathe
life hardens me
internal arson is harming me
ardently, disarming me
I have no more arm to reach-
for harmony
please harmony
be my armory
garner ardor in my arteries
my heart seeks harmony
my heart speaks harmony
my heart beats harmony-artfully
august breeze
august breeze
all these trees
fall til spring
what does all this mean?
who am I between
these two extremes
the cost of loss and harmony
well I’m extreme
because I feel more lost without harmony
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