Sunburst water, reflected up.
Rising above till it’s gone.
And where is it from
This potion of love.
Ponder on this
Till the autumn turns crisp,
Reflect the orange,
Send back the brightness.
Return the blues and the
Different hues.
The clean earth, the clean palate.
The clean, clean white
Rises above the kites.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
Sunburst water, reflected up.
Rising above till it’s gone.
And where is it from
This potion of love.
Ponder on this
Till the autumn turns crisp,
Reflect the orange,
Send back the brightness.
Return the blues and the
Different hues.
The clean earth, the clean palate.
The clean, clean white
Rises above the kites.
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