History of the rain
what the waves know
the yellow eyes of crocodiles
exposed
the time between
love and ordinary creatures
hard to handle
the night falling
untethered
into the beautiful north
they may not mean to, but they do
listen to me
a city breathing
secret of a thousand beauties
chasing fire
reckless disregard
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The 3rd stanza subtly blows me away. 🙂