Van Gogh

The sweetness of a moonlit night,
The certainty of all things right.
Bathing in a tender glow,
A fallen leaf upon the snow.
O how these times entice my mind,
Surely tension bliss shall bind.
And liberty’s law brings peacefulness,
Glittering lights resolve duress.
Snow settles to her motionless home,
Allowing my thoughts to float and roam.
O how I love these times so surreal
Craving ways to really feel.
Where I go now will only be
Footprints in the snowy sea.

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