Storm clouds brush across a puddle,
Masking patterns from galleries.
Sighs of thunder drum in winds,
As rain illustrates verses coursing through the standing spirits of mirages,
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Gentle cottoned brushes,
A wink of bold shine;
In one eye paints Earth a shade of singing purple-orange.
Across the other, are warm writings of verses,
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A screaming current,
With eyes tasting the ground;
That's me.
Hands strangling bars of frozen mist;
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I remember hearing the blustering roars of lions,
The electrifying laughs of hyenas,
Seeing strapping runs of cheetahs,
Watching sand swoop in the air,
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The Immaculateness of the bronze in your eyes eldulcorates the shadiness in mine.
Each of your eye lashes is a ravishing poem prolonging pages with knowledge.
Your head is the moonlight illuminating the stories in each of your locks in the midst of a resting day.
The lambent color of your smile is the light that wakens the day.
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Tenebrous clouds gather,
Enveloping the sky.
Immersed in his rest,
So buried within the dream,
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The blistering daylight star -
Starting days -
Walks to the other side of the Earth.
Dusk to dawn came to ourside;
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Stars made over the Earth with shade with shade.
Their steady eyes rest on her portrait.
She smiles as a queen holding a life in her arms;
Flowing as a newborn poet.
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