A Confectionary Prayer

The  evening sky, shot with threads of cotton-floss pink.

Moments of beauty, moments to think.

A few words in the moment to end the day; only to watch the Piping Plovers fly away.

Sweetness will return morning’s light.  With confection kisses I lay, goodnight.

Neurally yours, 

your Hershey’s kiss xo 





I'm a writer and a lover not a fighter, except if I really want something.

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