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Colours unfurl along her gliding voice. It’s through lapping lights, splaying out the leaves, That rays nest in rippling grass; wings rejoice. It's with an easing chest that dread relieves, Which warms eyes, flickering open and shut. Sight streaks scarlet drapes, fraying in flashes. Whilst engulfed in blithe dance, the shroud’s pole cut. Fierce light halts, locking open eyelashes. Her veil slips into slow collapse. Then snap! A raving ovation drives tears hurtling, Trailing behind spate as weighted hooves clap. Known calls now layer, advancing, circling, Friends huddle. Solacing breathing dries tears. Yet, left unwhole, my screen blurs the hued mares.
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Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:22 PM UTC
Soft Sung Tears, Only Half Dried
Colours unfurl along her gliding voice. It’s through lapping lights, splaying out the leaves, That rays nest in rippling grass; wings rejoice. It's with an easing chest that dread relieves, Which warms eyes, flickering open and shut. Sight streaks scarlet drapes, fraying in flashes. Whilst engulfed in blithe dance, the shroud’s pole cut. Fierce light halts, locking open eyelashes. Her veil slips into slow collapse. Then snap! A raving ovation drives tears hurtling, Trailing behind spate as weighted hooves clap. Known calls now layer, advancing, circling, Friends huddle. Solacing breathing dries tears. Yet, left unwhole, my screen blurs the hued mares.
This is a sonnet about relating to my favourite episode in My Little Pony Friendship is Magic. Filli Vanilli, Season 4, Episode 14.
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Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:22 PM UTC
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