Storm a castle of stars.
Stop fly-fishing in the lake of dreams.
Books paint love as a breeze,
a candy-pull, a garden stroll.
In truth, Eden is filled with
frog-roar and butterfly bites.
No man’s a prince, but some
are stout of heart, gentle, and
like to walk in the rain.
So we dive again into that
champagne-pink pool,
that roiling sea.
Life’s too short
to hide from
adventure.
–Sarah Torribio
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