Raoul Alexis

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Her Portrait

Slivers of colour
slither in the sky
and the ivory sun,
like a hunted elephant,
turns red.
The clouds are cotton,
cotton candy,
and the children play and playfully cry.
And the circus is in the sky
and its dome's the tent.
and the parents don't care
about their children anymore,
they cuddle and remember
the times when they were kids
and They were playing under the circus in the sky.
And as the bloody elephant falls
the polished plate rises
and with it the shiny dust appears
because how can there be
a polished plate without a bit of dust on it?

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