Her Magic Is Bliss
So crisp, so blue.
Such mystery, such magic.
All this so true, so fleeting, so tragic... These moments of history, such energy, none stagnant...
Plenty which touch us, gush power, shoot static. Nature's simple beauty, her true-natural-habits. With this simple shot, hope that for you, I have grabbed it...
Her sky's endless wonder leaving eyes lost in color, such days as on this-one.. I'm amazed, nay, befuddled.
A state of staunch bliss, with us stays, in us sits...
In the way does a small, late-morning puddle, so clean and so crisp...
So real, so clear, and yet still so subtle.
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