nebulous mind,

come and it’s gone

blanketed in puffs of you.

an open field

wildflowers in the distance

beauty is in a gust, a wind, a mist, a swarm;

thunderhead filling the sky

storm filling my eyes

appreciating what we had before it all died

seeing our love projected in haze, fog, clouds

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