floating toward something constant.
sailing toward something foreign.
the stars breathe sighs of happiness
knowing summer offers softness.
the nights are merely dark,
and the sky filters through all colors
in the spectrum of a sensational creation.
the beauty in the atmosphere is like a heaven
only dreamt about in the subconscious.
stuck in a stunning picture is much more glorifying
than painting a false one with watercolor.
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