beloved. sweet one of my heart.
today is a day when songs must pour forth… no other outlet seems enough… only song.
harmonies. lilting melodies.
acoustic. breezes.
in certain light, green is a green i’ve not yet seen and blues are a soft, breathy azure.
bright eyes and hope. waiting for the clouds to break or break open.
safety?
what’s a girl to do, beloved?
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