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White Her painted on buttered smile Blazoned its premise pon drowsnd eyes Drawing the moorings of my soul Deeper into the oceanic blue Of paradisiacal emptiness Where clouds form shapes of glory And beauty dances on my tongue In colours of historical splendour. How strange then the memory Creates a forte of faux pas Seeping into a mind wishing For the secrets of love Flowers the decor which droops In wanton nonchalance And the moon becomes my friend once more As it is. As it was written. As the decree commands... Its white... © tcmoon 2014
Posted on: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 05:26:10 +0000

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