Black
beauty, that wild kinda beautiful, blistering silver night sky
A million
eyes in stars that glint awake, sharp, pointed and cutting into spilt ink - irreverent
to anything bleak…
Lucky she
is above, looking on… our astronomical twilight to
Forgotten blooms
All gone as
quick as sunlight speaks to dawn
Where the red
flare is water and lilly on a thick
bottle green film of life
Oh, the
night gladiolus all whipped cream and spiced fragrance and butterfly ready
And Moon
flowers - bold... they blush pink, all through the darkest
hours.
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