Hop

i want to crack open the ink stained moon and stir the clouds astray

i want to weave spring with autumn so there is nothing too dark or grey

i want to balance the sunbeams on my forehead and store smoke in a jar i want to swing in the skies

hopping through mountains

as my feet still caress the grass

i am a greedy little lover

i want more of the world than the world can offer

i want the sun with the stars

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