The magnets- Are pulling- The wind- Is pushing- I can feel it- The window is open- The breeze freely invites itself in- The trees move in the silence- The moon on the horizon- The cats snug in the bellies of the allies- The kids playing in the sandbox- Those whimsical thoughts is a truce- Between misery and humor- Step inside, this ride- Step inside, my mind-Birth sign: Libra
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