days of stone
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by
jasmine frolicking on a breeze – first kiss Ryan Stone
faded doll, old memories shelved Ryan Stone
fuchsia sunset so far from the city of her birth Ryan Stone
beyond the gate where sea meets sky —tomorrow Ryan Stone
after the storm while staring at puddles— a rainbow Ryan Stone
far horizon, a golden vessel sailing the dawn Ryan Stone
settling dusk a boy and his dog leaping shadows Ryan Stone
train whistle sounds grey in the night, smoke and dreams Ryan Stone
fireworks explode in an ink-black sky —my name on your lips Ryan Stone
so crisp the autumn sun, then winter Ryan Stone
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