Written on April 14th 2025 for Constance La France's 11 beautiful line prompt.
underneath the rare glimmer of a pink moon a quietening zephyr caresses silken skin calming the chaos in my heart the noise of modern life feels increasingly distant while freshly budding leaves sway to the rhythm of nature’s pirouette a lone fawn approaches a babbling brook whilst I lay amongst emerald-green moss watching the Milky Way glide by t i m e seems to slow to the flap of a woodcock's wings paradise found in my remote verdant cul-de-sac
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