let go

be the grass 

that cradles my feet

reads my silence

never asks to repeat

be the breeze

that slips between my fingers everyday

the gentle hand that touches me

when i get carried away

be the moon 

that never casts a shadow

won’t you tell me

where you’d like to go

let’s make a sweet memory

let go of all the gloom

when the world starts to fall asleep

and the jasmine starts to bloom

Photo by Shubham Shrivastava on Unsplash

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