The Black & White Poet

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Majestic golden rays beaming
gleaming- aloft blooms of blues, greens and teal
Real- white sands and palm trees
breeze- blowing  cozy and kind
smells of incense and comforting balm
calm- yet at times vigor with motion
a potion- for appreciation
toward nature
and all its complex simplicity around-
from the ground- and the warm sand
land- to stars- to upper atmosphere
to cure all your sorrow-
Tomorrow -I will not see the same sight
tonight- I head back to Chicago

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