Asking my soul…

AntarticCharlesSchultz

Hello little one,
under the basket.

Let your light shine dimly.
It’s enough.

Now the shadows are soft,
velvety.

Multitudes of grey,
warm and cool.

Soul tones; solitary
like a dove at dusk.

Ready to fly with
peace in its beak

On the wind
delicately.

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