Waves of fresh wind dance,
stirring thought,
Sunlight strikes, and skies shift,
darkened and undone.
The canopy of words ripples,
foliage alive, in rhythmic undulation.
Cloud cover whispers,
lifting the finite chest, as stars drift,
witnessing mutely
our fleeting moments.
Each breath kisses the horizon,
soft and lingering, blending
thought and memory
in a seamless weave.
We watch as our
thoughts glide along, a melody
woven in crystal water streams.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2026 05:47
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