not a poem.

I woke up and smiled, literally in that sequence…eyes parted as dreams played their closing credits, and I smiled. The stripes of a zebra were coulored in the shade of blue fire, I saw an elephant play with a butterfly, a princess ran away with a cobbler, lightning struck a tree and scribbled a poem about thunder. The rarity of waking up with a smile is as those mentioned, and I want to go back to that moment…catch the first rays of sunlight that steal a kiss from my pillows. noah_arkenswagg


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