Barefoot in the night

in a field washed by wind and starlight

laughter over the cold grass

eyes to the distant falling rains

but here above us the sky is clear

and she is there

the heavens her crown

reaching out with her visions

dreams before our waking eyes

of truth in the soil, among the trees

whispering to us here

sleepless in the dark, in the cold

of this moonlit night

searching for a place to fall away

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Hope you all have a great day!

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Photo by Ianmer Basio