Ask
Founded I choose,
Beddy-bye time in an opened field.
Hand of the night season,
Bush painting two shades of gold mixed silver,
Giving grass hope,
Colorful life.
"That tickles!"
Playground are my ears for choreography harvest strings.
Tonight I lay underneath the contsellation blanket,
Warm & cuddling in it's bright lumisous of protection.
Not a care in the world,
Divine Favored summons the wind to carry this trouble around me,
Never touching my skin.
Free to breathe the Moment of Glory.
This eventide,
Blue moon seems more as bright smiling of happiness.
Creating from it's light dazzling of casting shadow people.
What the current flow missed,
Waltzing eclipse species,
Dancing the rest away.
"For me my friend overhead? Thank you!"
Turning into the gentle,
Point beyond overview of oneself.
Moonlight speaks whispering light to my eyes,
"One only has to ask."
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