Girls with Sisters
Water is a beautiful mystery to me,
like girls with sisters,
I can't relate
to the
secretive language
and
refreshing storms,
ravishing and manipulative,
I stare more,
in awe
of all that goes on
in front of and behind
the cloudy scenes,
I am intrigued
by the power and magic
of even the smallest stream
Water and girls with sisters lure me in only to spit me out,
a private club I know nothing about.
Like a seaside manor with electric gate, and catching dragonflies and staying up late,
I watch from afar as the trickles turn to pools,
fascinated and envious of
starry night rules.
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