The Four Winds wished and prayed for hope that their colors would shine. And the grass grew tall for the fireflies to hide.
Star glider with heart two sizes too large; his dna flawed in the major groove. Solar thoughts of making return happened all too soon.
Tethered back to earth through weird warped windows. This land lost, and pained to retreat he languished in lavender dreaming, melting, until all tension washed away.
(c) & (p) 2016 subconscious mind publication company
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