The thought is held at the fringes of imagination and logic with this one.
Beautiful

Etched by Sky

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So I’ve seen this soft stream,

Of thoughts find me

Light hits, silence felt

Feeling though there is something else

Of her wild, of her free

Of these fields, of my sea

Which resides, my inner tides

My inner strength,

Formed by light, my true, light

A moment, if just, memories of us

Right now is a mess

My mind is amiss

Yet here I am, the moments release

Into the light

My arms reach

I am open

Hoping

For you

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