alive, like breathing lilac for the very first time; BEAUTIFULLY stimulating an uninspired mind
the willows WHISPER to the autumn moon in stride; as the sky swallows drops of inspriation with eyes a thousand MILES wide
all the STARS in the screaming skies roar; kissing of things within in them silently to swore
everything sleeps beneath the NOTION of night; assuring our little brains, there is nothing else that could be so right
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this is a beautiful poem