A diving moth
caught in venetian rays,
like a bedside meteor.
In soreness of spirit,
I chew on thoughts of old romancers,
closet dancers.
A diving moth
caught in venetian rays,
like a bedside meteor.
In soreness of spirit,
I chew on thoughts of old romancers,
closet dancers.
I love your imagination and how you can capture thoughts and feelings. Awesome!
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Thanks for sticking by me, Carol! 💜
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My Pleasure
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