Anticipated stream, a gleam from
The brightest I've ever seen a deep crystal blue
After washing away every single untruth.
A moonlight boomerang,
It's coming back again.
It's loving back again,
Losing the crisis
Of sitting quietly in a chair,
Seeing this sight
Breathing this light
Drinking this air, so thick
Of something that has always been here.
She is softly swaying back and forth
Humming the strum that makes me think,
This will work.
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