Muddy mirrors shaken
in his knocking daggers
Tearing her stillheart
in unsettling episodes
Left gasping in domes
of dreaming bubbles

Moments formed
Just gets broken
In chains of immediacy

Destiny has a wise say
Never she would run out
Of his impregnated

Even sun shies a bit
before her solitary stay
shining in crunches of dryness

Not inborn is her
overwhelming fertility

It’s those

Diving in: A festival goer falls into the mud at Leeds Festival in Bramham Park after heavy rain today

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