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Jan 2017
Your white words are giving me nothing
but the deepest teals and greens -
deeper than the oceans themselves.
The waters are awake, encompassing
the earth and drawing us in with the wayward
tides, which are unsynchronised and lost
from reality. All I see in those waves of promise,
chopping and churning with wild ferocity
in the dark winds of night-time,
comes from a simple word. All colour
is implanted in my mind, in my imagination,
from a simple image that you conveyed with a
single, colourless word.
~~ Everything will die, but the words I create will remain. ~~
Scarlet Niamh
Written by
Scarlet Niamh  21/Aberdeen
(21/Aberdeen)   
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   Jim Musics
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