From far beyond the stars, through sunrises and sunsets to the smell of early morning coffee to summer’s first bluebells in a child’s hand. The poets journey far and wide, they know no borders and travel freely, no permit required. Sometimes they paint the sky green and the grass blue, just because they can. With their words.

 
WordPress Daily Prompt: Permit

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