We Blink
30th June 2023

The sky never fails, I thought, I think,
I stare it down, but then I blink,
stutters in time, ripple through,
obscuring my vision, the love I have for you.

No longer certain,
the worlds I knew,
and I feel,
that you feel,
maybe know it,

prompt: I thought I

Mountains and Cloud,
Inca Trail,

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