Exquisitely surrounded by the color of peace,
Out of your face jumps the notion of

"how can this be?"

Your eyes look down to move forward

As if
the floor is lighting up taking your steps.
Behind you the sun sets,
your highness?

"where is your crown?"

The golden curl leaf's match your red shades,
in between the weeping cherries are white heels

Only you
can tie your hair up
wear a light green dress
and runway walk in a garden

Love’s rhythm is a mystery,
Blown forth by winds,
From whence it came,
Long searched for throughout history—
A match to spark a flame.
It blossoms, as doth a rose in spring,
Yet may wilt within weeks or days.
Perchance love’s rhythm
Will fuel the flame,
Setting two hearts as one ablaze.

Permanent are
The memories trapped in a scar
And though a few might fade,
It'd be quicker to count every star
At times I don't notice them
Other times they're another prison bar
Attempts to hide them are made
But mummification seems a step too far
In my day to day they are
All I can see,
Haunting my reality
They've stolen the getaway car
And I'll not make it far
In this mangled avatar

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