there's a quiet serenity in a day with a breezy chill and drifting white-grey clouds
(it feels amazing----you feel like a child, really, staring at the sky and twirling around with dizzying exhilaration)
(the sky promises rain and you laugh, because oh, you do not fear what is to come. no, you'll stand, strong and proud and brave, yes, you know, everything will be okay.)
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a litany of ruminations
Poetry{poetry collection} s c a t t e r e d dreams and drifting thoughts, oh, not everything is what it seems... (not necessarily from my own thoughts)
