Sunset Flower

Pitiful aqua trying not to dissolve into the afternoon sky She feels her dreams of being free also pass by Her orange to pink hair falls unto the sandy beach And remembers the dreams that are far too old to be in reach Nectar from her locks engulf her body into a sweet poison That the purple tinted water swipes away from the ocean The black birds flap away as the orange vicinity closes As the woman’s purple lips drip in shades of wilted roses

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