Up beyond the tailored sky
in a place called once upon a time
you and me are but puffs of smoke
way, way up above the clouds
in the playground of my mind
where coincidence is the tide
and seashell necklace frekkles
tickle fish feet tip-toe splashes
kissing lips with sunburned smiles
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dusk arising (
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Comments7
Beautiful words , dusk arising 🙂 a lovely read .
Good write dusk.
Probably one of your bestest yet mate
Neville 🙂
what a great read!
thank you Dusk
OK, Dusk this is seriously good.
A fave it is.
Love it - love it - and into my faves this one skips.
I am a sucker for short, sweet, mysterious, whimsical, wistful, and elegant. You hit it all without being trite at all.
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