quietly falling back to earth
an inch of rain fell overnight
though I had no idea
it was as if I had been kept
inside some secret hiding place
isolated from the reality
that is the outside world
sometimes I want to be included
to be ‘in the know’ as they say
capable of explaining how my breath
is visible on cool autumn mornings
oftentimes I find myself drifting
studying beautiful minds with fingertips
delicate as porcelain and
ever-changing like rolling hills
though the rain did not awaken me
I was suddenly released from
this secret hiding place
unbound and once again aware
may two thousand eighteen
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Very glamorous, my friend 🙂
thank you, my friend, I very much appreciate your support
beautiful
Thank you, Denise.