light hearted

A lighthearted being upon the night’s fall will always find their way home. Drifting and floating, yet not looking for morning no morning is involved in this luminescent being’s agenda; for she has no agenda to begin with. She laughs, she smiles, she pets every cow and every lily and every lake is beauty in her wake. Peaceful and true as the skys are blue, this very being that is being may just be, all that we call we

 

 

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