Texture
By memphis
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Texture
When you move, your aura displays
Like an eyelid soundless blink.
Breathtaking, into a deep trance
blue autumn, earthen sky.
A symbol of early childish fairy
tales: sliding down rainbows, yellow silk ribbon encircles your waist twirls
against the sun-ray’s laughter,
An epitome of dashing hope clings
rather projectile, resembling red
cannon fireballs: who’s forces safe
guard gives it the audacity to sing, with
purpose inscribe on Aladdin's silver
magic lamp, a royal purple touch of
Network cyber channels four-leaf
Green clover all over you; flows none
stop, go, to emerge beyond white
Limelight static silence gift of life: the
the dream state, where the gray stallion
gather alone side undress zebra,
only for a glimpse, and take in
your lucidness sends SOS rockets
into the silhouette, moment: in
shades of beauty.
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