13jan 2021
I miss seeing the moon, singing to twinkling notes.. our beacon of rhythmic love that pulses reflectively.. can see myriad floating palaces in the sea, making me wonder about holidays among fishes and stars.. and their possibility.. the fog plays with the clouds, covering everything in painted veils, turning the sky fiery with breathlessness.. this poetry in the sky paints its love daily across the horizon.. unnoticed.. unfelt... unheard.. but it still strums notes of love, attached to its nature, detached from everything else.. Seems as if the sun comes up for air as it swims in the ocean of the sky.. spreading bright orange droplets as it shakes its head.. rising like a Greek God.. mesmerizing.. unmatched.. in unabashed glory..
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