There's no waning for the sun this is the moon's prerogative within heavenly drifting cycles I tie my consciousness to neither when the land stretches out afar many can truly journey beneath search out and adore peace oh when the men are few the words are few simple and fine like dandelion wine
Ocean thanks for your entry, really keeps this corner moving ahead. Between the sun and the moon, nature's gifts can't compete. Either one gives us breathless moments. Loved this and thanks for sharing.SM May the dandelion wine keep you inspired.
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