TWO DISTANT MOMENTS
.
I breathe the cool cloud
The jackdaws lean into.
The spice of wet grass.
A radiant moment dissolves into eternity.
.
Evening turns to rust.
The blue hills bloom cloud.
Soft, this beautiful melancholy.
.
February 8, 2021 by simonhlilly
TWO DISTANT MOMENTS
.
I breathe the cool cloud
The jackdaws lean into.
The spice of wet grass.
A radiant moment dissolves into eternity.
.
Evening turns to rust.
The blue hills bloom cloud.
Soft, this beautiful melancholy.
.
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