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periwinkle breath intermingles with the frost; winter’s gentle birth.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
gradient’s ending, nearly white-blue; murmuring gentle promises
iciness deceives. the shade of your eyes belies the warmth in your heart.
blazing lantern hangs in an ocean of clouds. Too bright for me to love.
navy loves to fall in crushing softness, to lull the world to dreaming.
moon calls the tide to attention. Blue waves dance and drown at her command.
web woven only to ensnare. Blue light refracts, luring living dead.
indigo creature makes it’s home in my mind’s eye; I cannot know peace.
blue sweepings under my heart’s rug. Forlorn echoes collect like much dust.
churning seas in me ravage my joy, for sorrow’s sweet intimacy.
stars winking at me from their phthalo tapestry- I’m in on the joke.
song rises from depths, steps from crystal to shoreline; seduction is born.
