Mosaics And Crystals Poem by ana ana

i have miles and miles of skin
looks like miles of small, broken mosaics
those fairy colours everywhere
for all their colour is the high air
or are they just pieces of the broken promises?
sure they will forget the work of a dream
but the scars remain unmoved
colored like pieces of the broken mosaic
girded with the sky and quiet amethysts.
below the sea, stands hidden the color of my amethysts
silvered and shadowed by an opaline
my soul, my heart my head, the opaline

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