Thursday, April 20, 2023

Walking Through Woods

 

Zelda, by and far, wits, charm, passé, adored.

Souls excused each other.

Graveyards with cadence.

Zelda has art, lives poetry, neat sadness.

Memories eat at a woman.

Pendants. Pins. Pledges.

Many xylophones, clarinets,

Protestants and Catholics … love if

Spoken.

Zelda might be more than behaviors.   

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