Aura as cold as snow,
Ballrooms of solitude,
Chandelier over piano,
Deafening silence; so mellow.
Evening of fantasies,
Floating souls; tales of clouds,
Golden minds and daisies,
Hearts that loves water of wrinkles.
Indigo, ivory and violet;
Jardin de tuileries.
Kaleidoscopic mindset;
Luscious lump of love.
Mind so full yet so hollow.
Night so bright yet i fear,
Oracle I heard from valleys below;
Peonies, witches and the wicked crow.
Quills of ink so red,
Rest that lasts forever,
Souvenir of cold bones of the dead,
Tranquility sublimating to poetic despair.
Underneath me the ground slips,
Vast; a canvas I land on.
Whirling whip; ghost of the seas.
Xanthophallic reds and yellows.
Yellow is the sunlight; in my room that seeps,
Zzz and my alarm goes off yet I sleep.
~23/9/24 EH ©
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Word count - 130
Lines - 11
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