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Blooms' Dye Bloomed
Violets rested distant confession
just as our cadence pulled 'tension;
largo steps met different direction.
Wish the 'motion 'scaped silver lining;
draped moonlit affection.
No, I don't think I'll ever understand
your blinding starry sea,
but left unsaid is still sand imposed
by drifting current; this sorry season.
The music tells me so.
These petals pluck away all reason,
my tired clocks grown too slow;
that swift chasing-wind moves on.
The music tells me so.
just as our cadence pulled 'tension;
largo steps met different direction.
Wish the 'motion 'scaped silver lining;
draped moonlit affection.
No, I don't think I'll ever understand
your blinding starry sea,
but left unsaid is still sand imposed
by drifting current; this sorry season.
The music tells me so.
These petals pluck away all reason,
my tired clocks grown too slow;
that swift chasing-wind moves on.
The music tells me so.
Published 5th Apr 2019
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