1 week ago
Spanish moss tapestries
whisper secrets they've been told by ancient oak trees...
Glistening stars hanging in black skies
light up the diaries I write in my thoughts....
Neverending embroideries of fantasies...
stories longing to be told.
Details of worlds unknown,
universes yet undiscovered,
macrocosms that dwell only within you.
You are the blacks and blues of the night skies,
the fiery oranges and yellows of the sunsets,
the pastel pinks and purples of the sunrise...
maybe that is why I keep reaching for you.
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