hippie thoughts

“She was beautiful, bursting with every color known to the human eye. she filled the sky with her beauty”, I said

“and she shined so bright, till the very end of the day, till she had to go away”. .
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I looked up with the moon, who had a sad expression on his bright white face as he envisioned the picture I had painted for him. She asked me to give you something”, as I leaned in to kissing the moon’s cheek gently. And a tear ascended his face, for his heart ached for the one he loved. .
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My crazy little weird thoughts as I watched the sunset last night. Thought I would share them, and say to you. Go out and write something, anything. What ever your feeling, whatever your thinking, get it out. Because it can help you heal, and become art in the process.

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