Clear Lucency
I look to the blue sky and vigoursly try to wipe the mist that clouds my mind
As the rain glistens to the ground I want to wash away every patter of doubt.
With the rising scent of dawn I christen the butterflies that colour ideas over all that seems gray and pallid
As the sun descends, I send with it all thoughts that try to steal my hunger to live.
With the rising moon, I call to the stars - luminous buds of hope that spill effervescently over dark dreary parts of my life.
And finally to the moonless night, I sigh in wonder at the site; clarity - something I aim to one day embody.
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A (via @thememoiristslosttrain )











