Monday, November 14, 2016

Flying blues

It just breezed through
softly sitting on the wings of the wind
face smeared in silver raindrops
crossing the blue berried sea
unwavered by the hail that followed
It just breezed through
continents that sat every mile
filling every thirsty cup to the brim

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