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May 2019
The clouds look like pigmented smoke,
magenta, navy, cyan and wine,
twilight is near and brisk breezes
bite my skin harshly.
And yet, my feet stay rooted in the field
cluttered with sunflowers that look to the sky,
their petals drifting in the wind,
creating a breathtaking contrast as they dance
among the stars.
willow sophie
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willow sophie  the universe
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