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Dryad's Speak; Funny Familiar Shades
Yellow, flickers of sunlight
through golden tousled hair
forming tiny perfect rainbows
fringing eyes of deepest blue
flecks of the sky
in contracting iris
soft blush pink lips smiling
showing pearly white teeth
we sojourned in hamlets
among the green
My first Love
Prism of colours
through falling tears
like a blaze of sunset
silver wings on leaving plane
carrying my love away
Raven hair, black as night
hair falling on shoulders
brown expressive eyes
looking down at me
comfortingly whispers
You will be alright
theatre lights flashed on
plummeting me to depths
of dreams and darkness
appendicitis out,
red hot pain flashed
there memories, not unlike...
pure crystal clear water
bubbling along a river bed
with brown, yellow and orange
pebbles, strewn with falling leaves
brown and grey towards decay
Lavender perfume
permeating through my room
scents of lilacs
teasing my dreams
ember in my heart
glowing in sync
with its beat
spurred on by hope
Alone now, with sepia photographs
of yesteryears
rose-tinted memories
I am walking towards
the rainbows of adventures
tomorrow
through golden tousled hair
forming tiny perfect rainbows
fringing eyes of deepest blue
flecks of the sky
in contracting iris
soft blush pink lips smiling
showing pearly white teeth
we sojourned in hamlets
among the green
My first Love
Prism of colours
through falling tears
like a blaze of sunset
silver wings on leaving plane
carrying my love away
Raven hair, black as night
hair falling on shoulders
brown expressive eyes
looking down at me
comfortingly whispers
You will be alright
theatre lights flashed on
plummeting me to depths
of dreams and darkness
appendicitis out,
red hot pain flashed
there memories, not unlike...
pure crystal clear water
bubbling along a river bed
with brown, yellow and orange
pebbles, strewn with falling leaves
brown and grey towards decay
Lavender perfume
permeating through my room
scents of lilacs
teasing my dreams
ember in my heart
glowing in sync
with its beat
spurred on by hope
Alone now, with sepia photographs
of yesteryears
rose-tinted memories
I am walking towards
the rainbows of adventures
tomorrow
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