To the Most Beautiful Return
Between my screen and the door, a surprise at my feet on opening
Paleo softly rubberbanded between myth and meaning and a flourescent blue post it
A blue gem of kind thoughts flowing
Gently a bottom lip bit
The most beautiful return looks like peace
The most beautiful return smells like wisdom
The most beautiful return tastes like sunshine
The most beautiful return sounds like feathers
The most beautiful return feels like water
A warmth that seldom is the product of social brevity
beaming even more now
About Me
- John Rose
- "If you broke the record, or tore up the score, the song would still be there."
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