little blurbs, thoughts

Beautiful daze

Imagine the days when you said life was a haze:

a soft hue of cream wheat fields,

and a lavender daze we recognized as lilacs.

All you needed to understand was a deep breath

to come through your lungs and to cleanse your soul

of dark blues

and grey booze,

realizing the world is nothing without its views.

 

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