Monday, March 22

True love

Smiling moon hovering above
tones of winter's gray playfully teasing early springs sage
exploding sunset
mingling amongst all that appears in this vast sky
radiant clouds
spreading out like rib cages
fading into this boundless mind

and there she sits
pictachu
behind me
walking ever so slowly
towards the tune of mystery
and grace

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