Meditations

Smoke

Dearest Sky

These early hours of the morning right before sunrise bring about a familiar yearning for moments that have passed years ago. Some how the early hours of the day light up a candle of hope that blows away moments later leaving only a whiff of smoke.

Sincerely
Just Odd

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