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On waves of midnight blue –

   We shoved off in the boat –

It mattered not where to –

   Anywhere at a casual knot.


We entered a world of darkness

   None but us could see –

One of two black firmaments

   Distinguished by a cool breeze


And then, cradled by whitecaps –

   We kissed – we were comfortable.

That the hour was so late

   Was inconsequential.

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Pink is the morning sun ablaze.

Gray is the balmy air.

Purple is the city's haze.

Brown is the wren's bleary stare.

White is the glistening dew.

   Night – adieu!

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A mist of yellow

Gold upon the curtains

Blinding is its glow

The breath of calm winds

Birds silent like they know

Things muted by grayness

A wide, blue shadow

Trees black in the distance –

This is how the sun sets.

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Under a sky of celadon -

   I watched bees huddle

In frenzied expectation

   Of riding a flaxen petal.


Lupine and globe mallow

   Danced about while sage

Waved at me from below -

   Comprising my entourage.


I saw pale butterflies mingle

   Within dewy creosotes

Then came an argent gale

   Which tugged at their cloaks


And then - the drape shifted

   But my vision proves true -

A celadon echo gifted

   To me that sunny interlude.

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I was smote by words

As a soldier with bullets

'Til I harnessed their power

And they slight retreated lest

   I would fire back


Then they came for my freedom

But they did not prevail;

No rights were forsaken

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