with my dad.
We go sundays only
at nine.
We sit and talk
laying on the garden
just staring at the
deep blue sky
No comets ever
fly by,
just stars,
glowing and glowing
and glowing
Sometimes we don't talk
we just hear the sound
of the wind blow through our body
It calms me down
when I'm worried
mad or
afraid
it's my mini sanctuary
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