stucco ashen sky, grazing whipped vapors
like pastel mirrors for your favorite smell of
mother's deep red hair when she whispered:
"Can you remember coy footing to a foreign land?
It's a forgotten place, but the same old stars"
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"same old stars": i like this poetic remindering that things may pass and change, the the stars will age with no wrink.
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