ASTRAL GRAFFITI



sleep with the angels
wish upon a star,
the astral world
really isn't far,

millions of stars
and a crescent moon,
tell the tale
of the sun coming soon,

dancing colors 
of grey
pink
and blue,
calm the soul
that is true,

while
turquoise is having
all of the fun,
grey and pink
wait for the sun


-SR Wolf

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