,
and periwinkle chalk,
and indigo ink that stains
my skin. Slips of trees waiting.
Sea. Sky. Sand and salt
and wide-spilled stars. Shine.
Black clacked, plowed through
a snowstorm of white. The peace
of another sunrise, and time
………………………………….to write.
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NovPAD, day 28.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
Oh the way you splash those words on the page is just gorgeous. SOOOOOOOO beautiful! Especially those wide-spilled stars.
me too!
Yes, I know that desire, that dream. You captured it perfectly.