dwelling in the canyon of red sand stone we marked our houses with characters befitting our desires if we were sad w...
Saturday, November 23, 2019
The Visitors
The joy
you brought to me
still lingers
I'm dancing
in the
afterglow
Laughter illuminates me
Look
I've become
a wood nymph
a sea sprite
a dandelion
in a child's
breath
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