sanctum


glassy eyes reflect clear blue skies
not a cloud in sight
eyelids hang lazily
tension wanes gradually
ecstasy where sun meets skin
a glass with gin
glistening
the birds are silent
listening
serene harmony is citrine honey laden
and can crystalize this haven
with the clear blue skies

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