a dainty sand in youthful flight
changes and blooms in iridescent
swirls in hushed soft light, part lips
to find the pearl insight, tinkered
and wrapped; in paper of white
pull the ribbon, collapse the bow
and kiss underneath the mistletoe
I dropped the ball on continuing my 'bad poem' a day schedule. 36 years of being me and by now, I know, I get easily distracted by other shiny creative projects and that's okay :) I'm still writing and that's enough to power my happiness :)
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