What The Thunder Said, Vol 4 | Page 12

Drift Away

by Christian Perez

after the wind stopped blowing

the trees settled in

a gentle fragrance

that reminded me

of a time. so free,

no goals other than

to have fun. where one

memory has been forgotten

another is found between the

misguided, yellow

frequencies that don't stop

riveting the mind

Angel

by Rachel Gorelik

Sweetness wafts through silent morning

Sits coyly on the edge of dawn

And then, with, breaths of lilac, gone

Its misted kisses still adorning

The terraced sill it rested on

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