there they are
those days i should have
under my touch, crossed off
on the calendar
There is a good idea there and a start, but it somehow melts like snow on your hand–just disappears.>KB
yes–just like the experience–unrealized.
The symbolism of colors! Blue days! Unrealized! Hmmmmmm!
sighing heavy for you….
Perhaps delayed to a better time according to the will of the universe.
That’s what I am telling myself…
you take my breath away…..
Thank you, Mari.
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