Johnny Watt

Secondhand Sedative

Whispering eyes peek down from crimson and amber nighttime skies.

So beautifully unreal.
I smiled up from the tall grass field.

The worrisome and the wounded both resting to my left.
To my right the smiling satyr flies his indigo chrome kite.

This remarkable joyous scene softly fading like a song.

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