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angelique Jun 2020
as days slip through your fingers
as we slowly drift off
into the effulgence
we must remember
that life is not solid
we appear and disappear,
flicker and fade

life is liquid time
a sparkling
astral-soul crystal
a turquoise
clawing sea
and an intangible realm
of thoughts
of reflection
of feeling
of acceptance
dream of summerpast
where you floated in bluer skies...
angelique Jun 2020
you breathe in sweet zephyrs
you speak in rosewood and petal-moss
you sing in cascading ultramarine
you smile in gleaming lavender lust
blue
like the ionian sea
or silken-soul river
and momentarily
a lucid
sapphire touch
~ and your eyes,
they burn like a blue sun ~

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