Boston cream
doughnuts and
the slow glow
of sunset
I've always
been told
I'm an
old soul
dreamers have
idea's but
doer's have plans
that's what
I've come
to find
colors balance
on skin
from the
sunset like
the butterfly kisses
wished for
streaming clouds
gather and shout
birds scream
like a
black stain
of sad sweetness
no one
can be
like me
in this
colorful charade
but I
desire to
dance a change
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
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