The most basic people fear storm in his eyes.
Braver will stall on his shoulders.
Danger -
stone feel -
tragic regret,
his lovers are those who climb boulders.
So she handles his thoughts as we handle the weather,
is patient, grips him so tight.
She climbs -
hammer chipping -
atop his minds eye,
plants flag, claiming the right.
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in their* eyes? Bravery will stall on their? shoulders. I gave this a ten, because your style and voice are dynamic and neat, smooth and round like the best ordered bourbon served up at the bar. Keep on Kelley. cheers, goldy