walking with clouds

fingers intertwined

floating

eyes wide

i stare at blue until it hurts

discover every hue and shade imaginable

all I see are spots

tiny things wizzing past focus

ears only halfway compromised

i listen to airplanes threaten birdsong

watch trees tanning

florence dances with her machine

i am perfectly content

it's the kind of day to water the plants, make a mango salad and drink cold tea spiked with lemon & lavendar

make a wish

blow

let hope grow from blades of grass and dreams blossom from bee wings

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