It’s not Friday I know but it just feels like a free verse hippie poetry kind of day ven though it’s still night or extremely early morning anyway. Lol.
I reached he’d out to touch the colors of the rainbow
and they felt like
melding melting moosshing together.
i slid down the psychedelic sliding board
riding the imaginary wave of freedom
of art and music and wonders
of the world
the seven wonders….
only seven….seems like more to me….
wonders like babies sunrises sunsets giant aqua waves meditation yoga first times and last times too and so much more to do to make to see to hear to touch to experience to remember..
Ok my friend that’s it so have a great day make a memory! Hug your hippie! Try to meet me back here tomorrow! Much peace love art ~free verse ~