the perfect day
rainbow iridescent waters reflects the pink moon of Greece
I pour myself a goblet of wine, observing the prettiness of the vegetation
it has been the perfect day.
I pick up my pen and begin tossing down words.
they all have to do with beauty, for how could they not?
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