drizzle your wisdom like salt shaken onto my meal
the powder sugar on the cherry cake
the wisp of all that have sprouted during first of spring
the days between happy and sad, bright and gloom
the bow of branches and gently rustled leaves
written with the brush of cherubim wind
a beacon of beauty, peace, and lull

jacob.greb .19.0617.0225

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