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Butterflies dissolve like honey-colored lacquer as I wander the insides of this bright amber moon. I look for Mother behind a shaded glow-tree. It is there that I find her folding clouds while bluebirds dance in the hollow of her heart… She’s redolent like star-oil from a night-blooming cereus, With hair never-ending like shadows sealed from the palest of light. Her eyes are like tanzanite orbs set ablaze. She wears robes made of koi scales, and silk from the sea. As I gathered pearls for her from the mouth of lapis lazuli shores, my feet touch the chilled sands as shells scurried from my foot-falls. As I fetched gossamer from a crystal spider hiding in a nearby constellation, gold web danced through my cramoisy hair. With all of these things, I sat beneath a niveous dune, out of sight from Mother as I made her a necklace that resembled the remnants of a galaxy that she once lost. When I presented my gift, she smiled, then gently whispered: "The bright galaxy standing before me is more than enough."
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
Mother Sky-Land and The Sea.
Butterflies dissolve like honey-colored lacquer as I wander the insides of this bright amber moon. I look for Mother behind a shaded glow-tree. It is there that I find her folding clouds while bluebirds dance in the hollow of her heart… She’s redolent like star-oil from a night-blooming cereus, With hair never-ending like shadows sealed from the palest of light. Her eyes are like tanzanite orbs set ablaze. She wears robes made of koi scales, and silk from the sea. As I gathered pearls for her from the mouth of lapis lazuli shores, my feet touch the chilled sands as shells scurried from my foot-falls. As I fetched gossamer from a crystal spider hiding in a nearby constellation, gold web danced through my cramoisy hair. With all of these things, I sat beneath a niveous dune, out of sight from Mother as I made her a necklace that resembled the remnants of a galaxy that she once lost. When I presented my gift, she smiled, then gently whispered: "The bright galaxy standing before me is more than enough."
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
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