Posted in stream of consciousness

Ripe

I had a dream

That I overflowed

And starlight lit my visions

But they were no longer mine

Instead they were plucked off the ground

Ripe fruit tempting those who passed

I’m trying again to write every day. I have to get myself back into the habit of sitting down and making time.

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