Winds of faith

My eyes sweat
at the sight of ankles
running free in the grass
songs and dance that circle
by hands linked, where hands
are calloused, only for each other,
and lips only know of mirth and promises
and hair that snags in the winds of faith
voices that weave through
Breath and sleep
even in death
The circle is unbroken

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