A fallen angel walks toward me.
A spell cast for all to see.
The daylight embers light up
the way. Grey sails into a warming.
swarming spiritual beings.
Stronger than you & me.
California by sea.
Blueberry mist tea.
Laced by her presence.
A lifting rushing wind.
Reminding the days of yesteryear.
A new year awaits.
The lemon trees has withered & died.
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