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Sep 2017
What am I?
A mere butterfly in the summer fly of your

Why am I
coloured by the summer sky of your
Here I am to face
the nurture and the chase
of a diamond dragon's pace.
The searcher and my crystal

Where am I?
I'm gliding by the land to overhead.
By the starry riverbed, and time goes ahead,
as I taste the words
I never said...
I see flower heads of lover's lies
that suffer by the frontal eye
of azure skies, who's flustered by
the boats ahead.

Who rode ahead the ocean bed
of love and lust.

My flesh is a myriad of coloured dyes.
And when I wonder
I am discovered by...
And pain.

I must be going insane...
I just let the words flow. No image or concept in mind... Today has been a strange day as it is.
Written by
Lyn-Purcell  23/F/United Kingdom
(23/F/United Kingdom)   
   Rose and Riham
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