I will be your cluster of enjoyment, free,
every colorful gradient of me,
it’s yours, if you’ll offer the same.
You can even have my last name,
as we pounce on puddle’s hearts in the rain.
We can perch on dry hay bails,
and laugh at all our epic life fails,
for I’m reminded that it all happened for some mysterious reason,
through every given weathering season.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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