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Lyrical Dream Dec 2018
He never bothered to look through her flesh

He never cared to look past her
chalk powder face and rose petal extract rouge

Or the kohl that lined her shimmering eyes with the
fine,
charcoal,
powder

He never thought to ignore her petals
And dig to her roots

So when summer died

And her petals fell

He left her alone
Lyrical Dream Dec 2018
Her dark pupils
were surrounded
by a raging silver flame
swallowed by a wave
of cerulean blue

It was as if each shade
swirled into one whirlpool
of exquisite beauty;

The soft petals
of a field of cornflowers,

The electric flash
of lightning during a storm,

The sparkling surface
of a star-stained river
rushing to join the sea

A sea that made it difficult to stay above the waves

— The End —