Black and green.

We are tired of hurting. “                                                                                                                  

Listen to the season call the somersaults of summer ; love drones in like doves building ground above the skies that kiss and scream toward the blue bridges that glisten like magic ; snow as white as if not winds iron the turnabouts where kings once live. .

Sea turtles drift the ocean away ; beautiful ducks stranded by the lake —   don’t live to 

 

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