Mossy feet,
Lattes with milky hearts,
Crystal blue eyes...
Quickening heart.
Change, familiarity...
The sense of stilled and past time.
A purple and white spiral
Giving way to a blue light.
Sparkling blue eyes...
The white cotton soft of home.
Damp braids,
Dried flowers,
And the smell of basil.
How do I love me... let me count my blessings.
Notes and memories being plucked
Across my mind,
Blending soothing melodies
Into the song of stillness.
This is what I carryin my pocket.
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