Startled Sunlit Soul

Crazy that the clouded glaze

Met between stariest light and

Sun,

Who didn’t have coffee
But felt a run was worth
The braided eyelash breeze
Falling forth from
Twice belated dreams.

It finds the flowered laughter
Composed of orange peels and
a surprised spill.

Startled,
the soul sings.

Elated,
dream
drives.

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