Jupiter’s Beard

Green leaves reaching to the sky, as I  lay on a bed of grass.

Life was around me, within me as youth grew in my bones.

I held innocence in my hand, cupping fingers around frail flowers.

Red touch my palm and in a single moment I was among the stars, gas giants, and floating matter.

-M.E. InkOwl

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