as i lay
in fields of hay
the only known
were the clouds
friending me
with possibility;
on the horizon
i never ventured
beyond the blades
walls of dew
constructed to cradle
a fragile soul’s thirst.
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Happy new year
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May the year 2018 bless you. J🧡
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To you as well
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