
garden locks creeping steal feet seems steam stars free fall joyous space
On bare feet I steal away
into my garden beneath
stars frozen in the dark
magnitude of space
Steam rises from grass
laden with cold evening dew
warm air locks onto cooling
leaves forming an ethereal universe
Up ahead my tree seems to open
his arms awaiting my creeping form
with joyous abandon I fall into his
branched strength – finally free
Lovely 🦋
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Thank you so much my friend! 🙏
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Love this Ami.
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Thank you Sadje! 🙏
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My pleasure
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Very Good, Ami. KL ❤
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Thank you KL! 😊
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