Lavaclouds - Poem by Selenaru Negrea
nothing was ever so slow as the lazy pink lavaclouds above and beneath me.
my purple eyes were burning with green flames of lust, until i've covered them with my silky arms. i could see with every inch of my blue skin. i was walking slowly along rainbows of flower who were trying to say something, but i couldn't understood any word their eyes were speaking.
i was barely eating the intense sight of the amaranth red leaves around, who often gave birth to hyacinth or amethyst or turquoise flowers.
nothing was ever so slow. still, the lavaclouds were heading towards me. my scarlet hair was growing longer and longer until it covered all my blue bliss and the starful salmon pink sky was getting darker and darker as i fell awake
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