Moonbeam

Come with me. Take my hand. Bouncing and floating among the thicket I look back at you.

The wind is gentle, kissing our skin. I know from whence his voice is calling. "Follow me child"!

Do not be afraid. Leave everything because it was never yours.

There was never a You.

Think....so it is.

Then all will vanish and borrowed again.

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