The wheel in the sky keeps turning
pushing the silver scented satellite
ripe for the picking
though soft,
peach fuzz
adorns the highest peak
and flows in silver
drops of sunlight
down into its
slowly beating heart
tucked away
in the stardust
of the night's
blooming garden
of light
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
The wheel in the sky keeps turning
pushing the silver scented satellite
ripe for the picking
though soft,
peach fuzz
adorns the highest peak
and flows in silver
drops of sunlight
down into its
slowly beating heart
tucked away
in the stardust
of the night's
blooming garden
of light
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