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pieskos.

pieskos.

we sit around the fire, our bodies soaking up the heat ‪we are grateful hearts entwined ‪with a warm and wild grace ‪that blooms deep within our souls -ashley jane
that wild, wondrous magic.

that wild, wondrous magic.

i trespass into late hours listening for wings, waiting for something luminous to pierce the night she arrives draped in the last summer green, all gypsy magic with flowers in her hair she knows every secret the dark holds, and her eyes shimmer with the light of a...
rulers.

rulers.

we reign in the dream sea, the waves crashing into us in random synchronicity as we call them home they recognize the salt living in our bones, the breath of oceans roaring in our souls we sit on thrones made of sequins and stars, dressed in crowns of precious coral...
mornings can be magic.

mornings can be magic.

sunrise paints the sky with a breath of poetry, all cantaloupe and mint and the same misty morning blue that lives in your eyes we speak in silent languages, in wisps and wants, in feathery clouds that flutter gently against your skin, in silent pictures etched across...
she is summer.

she is summer.

summer always reminds me of her, the feel of line dried clean sheets, the smell of strawberry rhubarb jam being made in the kitchen along with fresh bread and fig cake with pomegranate i wait by the window for the june rains, the heat ushering in wistful memories of...