through space
in between
i have seen why
the sun stirs
resplendent in scenes
where the zinnia dwell
to think
all of this
could exist in epistle
spurs dew of sweet bliss
from a desert repose
once driftless
by moonlit implore
have i stumbled
its umbral imbrue
draws no more
Max, or Not 
You’re a gifted wordsmith <3
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Very beautifully written.
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Beautiful, Max!
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