Rose' Wine at midnight. Fallin' Rocks shake the room and lights glimmer and dance to the sound of color. Holding tight as the mist carried us into the trusting hands of Love. We danced and laughed until our faces were drenched with dew. Who says that concrete doesn't float? I watched as light blue covered the sky and one single yellow flower stood straight among a thousand red buds. I felt that different before.The flowerbed clock was perfect from stem to petal. Surrounded by energy that gave hope to those that pretend in fairy tales.
A child runs to his mother. She smiles back, assuring him with a hug. I remember it was 510 and I walked in white just like the maid of the mist.
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