The day fades softly
into the pastels
of the in-between.
The last colorful whisper
of goodbye
slips quietly into night.
I feel the waters
ripple within me,
answering
the rising moon
and the beckoning stars.
The In-Between


The day fades softly
into the pastels
of the in-between.
The last colorful whisper
of goodbye
slips quietly into night.
I feel the waters
ripple within me,
answering
the rising moon
and the beckoning stars.
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