DaydreamMature

the sun
shines
with every breath
we take
a golden ray
to commemorate
each day
to match
our faces
the moon rises
like a moth
to its own flame
delicate
and light
among thousands
of stars
inhale
and exhale
dozens
to light up
our lungs
and flow
through our blood
how else
are we
supposed
to dream

The End

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