A kingdom of clouds,
A sea of soft, periwinkle pillows,
Fills in a faint, auburn sky.
What wonders does this world behold?
What secrets does it keep?
A plethora of questions floods the puny human’s mind
While a bright orange sun slowly lowers
down into the memory foam below,
Smug because it knows all the answers.
That is so deep. I think I've died and gone to heaven. I have figured out the meaning of my life...and it is not 42.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind comment. It has rejuvenated my soul, and I am glad you are so positively impacted by my words of wonder.
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