Stardust and luster puff bloom in full petalled glory, dancing decadently and delicately in waves of motion to the sound of the moon hitting skin.
Hues of lazy colors, colors of royalty, of lemonade, of orange juice of grape soda, all sweetly mix together in a concoction for auction the eyes take it in, every last sip of it is sold, to the highest bidder.
The ocean the space of the earth, a vast void that stretches like an eternal blue blanket, comforting in its view, cold in its nature.
The aesthetical soul awaits, taking everything in through all senses...
which drown her in their beauty.
I will be continuing this string of random poems here and there, as I do not know what to label them. The purpose is that they have no purpose, they are random ideas in which I needed to type before forgotten.