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Has there always been a cause,
To feel ever so light as a feather,
Just so you could fly with the breeze of the cold weather,
Just so you could step off of the asphalt that you stand upon,
Just so you could step on the grasses,
And make the flowers bloom,
That would spread like peppered blocks of
Starlight,
Glowing against the dark,
A hallucinogenic aesthetic,
Laying upon the ground,
Ever so lightly,
As if breathing to existence,
Amidst this morose beauty called life.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
