In your eyes I saw
my soul reflected
out of line
you thought
defining line your way
She thought she'd step out of line too -
not to meet me
but out of line sounded fun
Was it fun once you stepped out?
The breeze blows harder
turns into a cyclone
and you are not she
to not be blown away
Out of line you scream -
'Mind how you do it!'
A calm only around her
a glow
aglow
She walked the steps keeping
just out of line
and then moves tangent
and parallel out of line
winds speak poetry,
trees nod to rhythm,
she read between the lines
in the silences in vacant patches of
wet Earth
drawing her own circle
Within Without
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