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Somethings a hatching

                     The dog's a scratching

What is that I see?

                                        A crazy flea!

I try to incarcerate
                            But the jam jar is too late

            Next time I'll be quick

                  You
                        Luna tick
Sand witches, solar sisters, they are the
west coast in this part of the cosmos,
tied to the hip with American thighs
and Brazilian otherwise, donning
catamaran bottoms the color of
red liquorice and snuggly
they sit at their
international
dateline
as if by
magic
While winter is going to sleep
Spring is awakening
I hear the birds in early morning green,
calling….
Soft melody of wind
caressing early blue of sky
to poke lazy sun to open eyes
and shine on all of pastel fragrance bloom.
It’s the time for new beginnings.
Let’s love.



Shell ✨🐚
We must believe that, like the changing seasons,
there is always a chance for a change.
To make wrongs right.
Through love…
I found a
Broken
Piece of a
Puzzle
And it
Fits
My
Chaos...
Perfectly
Belonging
In my
Universe
If it fits....it fits
Somewhere outside
the ship of dreams
made up of black midnight blues , floats lifelessly in the morning dew .
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