Vines twine along these lines

that keep falling on me- 

On my feet, chest, neck, and eyes

I can barely breathe


The misty sunsets form in lines,

streaming widely through the skies

Floating high above my eyes,

They shine in front of me  


Birds dance and fly in lines

tranquilly crying the finest tones

across the sultry skies at night,

hovering over the earth, alone 


Inspiration comes in lines,

driving me through the trying times

as I long for the morning light

to form again before my eyes


The days come and go in lines

creeping beneath me, stealing signs

of the doubts that I have kept inside,

unfolding before us, in the lines.

The End

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