The blue sky is my canvas
Until the canopy of the night
Then my brushstroke
Become comet tails
An astroid field of flight
No language in my dream
No limits of the tongue
My flights of mindfulness
Has only just begun
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 9:23 AM UTC
The blue sky is my canvas
Until the canopy of the night
Then my brushstroke
Become comet tails
An astroid field of flight
No language in my dream
No limits of the tongue
My flights of mindfulness
Has only just begun
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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