Spectres of turmoil
Slip out of their cage
They float like oil
On the surface of waves
Iridescent colors
Out of deep black
Tricks from the hidden
Words of the track
Eyes to the ground
I shun the reflections
Lost in my void
Ghost memories die.
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Yay! You’ve closed the void 😄
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Ooh..that’s scary !
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Incandescent black, out of deep color…..
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Beautifully evocative. Maybe I’d add one more stanza if I am allowed to use it…
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Please do so, I’ll use it myself some day when I’m that black…:)
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Sometimes it’s that way. You remember all the beautiful colors from a relationship, but they are often tinged with the black that accompanies the end of the friendship…. Don’t look away. Hold onto the beauty. {{{HC}}}
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Hugs back, sweet Calen…
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