Photo by Evan Leith on Unsplash I flitterat the moon’spresencewithin myaboded center as nostalgiaruns deep, like anever-ending craterwhile I sleep and, dream ofplaces far fromimagination,yet all hidingwithinour hearts centerof creation followingthe line in the sand,I trail behind,and ask for a plan and, in the silence,a mirror imageremergesof you and me, glowingbrightly, just likethe moon nightly […]
the breeze that glistens
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