I do not have any photo
this is nothing but a vision
or experience
a state
a state
between lucidity
and slumber
Midnight Poetry
she had a moonlit scarf
when she was sad
she'd wrap it around her hips
and dance her way to the stars
way up there
where she could see
here and there
the islands
shining
on her beloved moonlit Sea
Rai Chaze
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