They came,
colored in tie dye and rose colored glasses
to sit by creeks,
to dance under the sun and moon and stars…
Some to find themselves,
Some to lose themselves.
They came, in clusters of jingling bells and braided hair
To feel at home in the middle of nowhere,
to create a bond with complete strangers,
to learn to smile at all the absurdity of life.
They came,
and danced, and kissed, and cried, and watched day turn into night
and then left three moons later,
renewed and confident in nothing
except the certainty that sensitive souls aren’t alone in this world.
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