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  Mar 2020 katalin
Kaitlin
Knowing myself to be but fledgling and ephemeral,
I find tomorrow thrown upon the floor.
Knowing myself to be but half-baked hope-desires,
I stop to iron out the seams.
katalin Mar 2020
soft hazel hair dancing in the wind
time doesn't exist; never-ending bliss
flowers bending, hypnotic rhythm
with no urge to resist you completely submiss.
this is heaven.
this is it.
destination reached.
you look up to the sky; as you close your eyes
you feel the warmth
of the sun
kissing your face.
you finally found your place.

— The End —