You are

You are a mop left to

dry in a enclosed

puddle of water…


You are a carrot in its

bed waiting to be



You are the taste of soft

cotton candy dissolving in

my mouth.


You are the memory of

leaves swaying in

a vast field full of nothingness.


You are the sound

of the sun’s silent

whispers to the moon.

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