blue, by You

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grace is the face
of golden sky
of places where Lake
greets land in a stony kiss,

where bliss is
breathing
believing
in indigo spill
and that sacred will
win over all.

it’s the graffiti-etched awe
of driftwood
scarred in storm,
tumbled, turned
to marooned treasure.

it’s the way
the birds remember
how to sing
before snowfall
after rain
through the spaces
in between
sob and silence.
 

 

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