Sundays
spent falling
in love with myself
let the frosted morning
into my lungs
allow the world to breathe for me
the wind conducts the leaves
I catch the melody
on my tongue
let it melt swallow its sweetness
my eyes close
exchange my fingers for sunbeams
warm my hands
they unfreeze from the broken clock
that’s clawing the same mistake
I Bolero the day to sleep
I have loved myself
alive again
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