Strange Cure Role
Immersed in the serenity of the dream,
When I think of that faraway gleam.
Above and beyond the turn of a fresh vine,
It's tough to be out of a vent for your sign.
Otherwise, you will earn none back,
Each of us is a pitcher full of lack.
Then under lavender's auspice,
Blossomed into pure loving radiance.
I'm unsure when I became your mentor,
Now I get love in all its hazy splendor.
And you, as a whisperer of blessing,
I on either hand get a strange feeling.
When we need a pinch of empathy,
Credibility in a quirky chaotic remedy.
Written: March 25, 2022
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