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Ribbons and rhythms floating around
Air as it swirls and swooshes above
Music flowing into my mind and soul
As the moon sits low in the heavens
A circle appears around its body
“Make a wish,” it says to me softly
Eyes closed, heart open, reaching
Out to the glowing embers in the sky
So bright and twinkling far away
Calling out so sweetly to me
Swooping low and gracefully
Birds singing sweet songs for me
As their wings lift me ever so higher
Balancing on their outstretched wings
I float through the moist and misty clouds
Higher and higher, closer and closer
I see you smiling seductively back at me
Reaching out your open arms for mine
Just a touch, just a glimpse of you
One moment longer, and I’ll be beside you
Ribbons and rhythms floating around
Air as it swirls and swooshes above
Music flowing into my mind and soul
Eyes closed, heart open, reaching
Your open hand I grasp readily
Calling out so softly to me
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Lena Folkert
Alaskan Grown Freelance Writer 🤍 Lover of Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista 🤍 Always a Pleaser & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer 🤍 Ever the Student & Seeker
Traveler 🤍 Dreamer 🤍 Wanderer
Happily Lost 🤍 Luckily in Love
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Absolutely beautiful, been here before but thank you for reminding me
Lena, oh Lena, this was so beautiful!