Monday, November 2, 2020

Saturday

We laid in the grass

Gazed up at the deep wonderous blue

Clouds of white fully shapes danced and glided before us

We watched with anticipation 

The journey of becoming one 

With their misty wisps reaching for another, pulling each other in closer until becoming one, boundaries disappearing

We stayed

We laughed

Together joined below as above

-Laurel Rising

https://laurelrising.wordpress.com

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