turn my mind over.
and find multi-colored silhouettes.
hanging on thin wires.
hoisting dreams upon delicate,
wordless figures.
dancing and fluttering in the
night's chilling breeze.
their lingering essence,
transfixed in my thoughts.
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Nice work. This is poetry. This is beauty mixed with sorrow. This is excellent.