The Movement

by on August 9, 2016 :: 0 comments

Looking up through the sun roof; the illusion delighting to the mindset, gravity has the hold, movement of the clouds divulge the delusion.

When you wake paint me in your reflection as the mirror emulates and the mind subsists as we exist in a love abyss.

editors note:

A brief, sweet forever… – mh clay

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