I was craving a little blue;
thought I'd need to find it
on my own,
and then looked up to see
You'd offered me,
not just the blue,
but moon and mountain,
morning,
mist,
and mergansers,
all floating together
in perfect harmony,
dusted with a blush of pink:
an answer to a prayer
I'd never prayed;
a gift unveiled,
an offering of love.
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I love these moments. Yours is lovely and captured beautifully in word and image. Thank you.
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