The western sky was a blaze of pink, the east still rising blue.
A new page to fill: birds, sky, trees, feelings.
The jade trees pop pink bright with crowned extensions.
That flutter in your heart? That sensation is the path to stay on.
Forward; dedicated. External validation is a half-life, decayed.
The bus stops. No one gets on.
Passive, it holds its line.
The news talks. I’m pretty sure the crows called out my name.
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