Sitting on a stone bench
writing into the sky
with fingers that drip with paint
in all colors that scatter
mother earth as she shelters us
and wrestles the stars in the darkest
depths of space and time
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These are pure emotions uncut and raw. Journey well to anyone who reads these words, whether it's my friends, or simply a stranger. God Bless.
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