witness dusk on the top edge
of a mountain higher
than the largest problem man ever created
Having a best friend is a wonderful happening
its a wonder and a **** of the head
a twist in the neck
like the most interesting engagement
transpiring right now
the pink sky fading on a girl's birthday
and a disposable snap shot
of a moment
where two girls smiled
arms outstretched towards infinite sky
individuals independents
fond over memories
of a friend somewhere
out of reach
they pull out like a ruffled note
in a pocket
during times when great things
are happening
but no one to bask with
witness the dusk
we found ourselves there once
except we were dancing above
the problems
Joyous Goddesses content
with blindness in the fog
heading for dawn
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
witness dusk on the top edge
of a mountain higher
than the largest problem man ever created
Having a best friend is a wonderful happening
its a wonder and a **** of the head
a twist in the neck
like the most interesting engagement
transpiring right now
the pink sky fading on a girl's birthday
and a disposable snap shot
of a moment
where two girls smiled
arms outstretched towards infinite sky
individuals independents
fond over memories
of a friend somewhere
out of reach
they pull out like a ruffled note
in a pocket
during times when great things
are happening
but no one to bask with
witness the dusk
we found ourselves there once
except we were dancing above
the problems
Joyous Goddesses content
with blindness in the fog
heading for dawn
A story about my best friend and I last year in the Blue Ridge Mountains for my birthday. I miss her so
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