it was a place
at the end
of the map
drenching us in the
blue of night
as light slipped
into shadows
while hands of winds
tumbled over
meadows and
stately pines
raising to the
surface willing
hearts
as we walked
under an
orchestra of
planets
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Author:
shadow424 (
Offline) - Published: June 19th, 2022 19:57
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Comments1
wonderful imagery, thanks for sharing
Thank you
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