A layer of liquid layer
of marmalade colors on a blue feel, beauteous face,
Poured some elder flowers upon and crystal myth tales to the ear, and it dissolved, into swirls like a big piece
of white clouds:looks like from underwater
and became, a pot of sweet tea
Which you made, and then the tea in the teapot isn't just what it should be, as it's mystery, as it's a whole galaxy.
The galaxy is of someone's eyes. Shines and rains to dusty mines of mundane cups plate sets,
The galaxy, There are two side of it.
Eyes sees brights and shadows, brittle and other beauties.
Eyes to another pairs of eyes, distances are always the air in between. A special one struck in heart in mere move and if never escapes, it would be called a disease.
Honey dust and cream colored nameless flowers, makes a sad soul, if the mind let, then happy as it's like pixy dust and vanilla comfy blanket folds, as night creeps on the body.
A glass of light, made of sugar drops and water
Intakes upon frozen times.
Grasses are concaved in water,
as it unified a time, always frozen.
Births and deaths in an awkward between,
are all fixed times
always of these existence what is, as one stays within this.
Buy me some dreams, you
can you, buy me some peace
In this mayhem
A float of paper origami things
going round and round,
In strings
like our lives, and emotions,
moving,
& moving
In blinks.
– 7th Aug, 17
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Jumping Into Constellation
Poetry[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
