A sweet kiss on an autumn meadow’s eve,
the taste of dandelions as the grass stains our knees,
balloons float above in some manifested parade,
you could reach out and grab them,
but never fall further than your feet.

Sweet kisses, palindromes delivered once a week,
tomorrow’s winter is at hand,
touched by the snow and twice by the woodpecker,
a patchwork of nature’s gentleness at work,
reminding you that we still stand.

Honeydew is just another moment,
feathers are just another sound,
the ocean is just a cold cup of herbal tea,
and the final route.

Listen to what…

Tyler Corsair

Don't chase dreams, create them. I craft neat services and products sometimes.

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