Blissed-out,
memories diffuse,
like dandelion feathers,
following gently
the contours
of the hazy air.
Smirks relax to grins
as gravity decreases,
the hardened truths
we've run away from
transforming into
shapeless shadows,
cloaked by halos
thrown by stars
that might have
died long ago.
Resolve recedes,
and we float across
the shallow stream,
looking not ahead
but at our
moonlit reflections,
feeling just okay.
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