Trampled by the silver motion of time
slipping further between the purple concept of realism
and the yellow essence of dreams
swimming through the thick blue ocean of thoughts
trapped within the green reality without speech
red fire burnt out in the golden essence
embedded between the pink cinders of what remains
choking on the black smoke in my lungs
breathless in the gray shadows of fantasies
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
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Emotive words Katie.
Andy
Beautiful writing , Katie 🙂
Such lovely lines here Katie.
Good write Katie.
Now Kitty knows about gray - 50 shades of it! lol.
what a psychedelic image
needs a sunglass warning
me thinks, lol 😎
(I barely made out the lady:
'swimming through the thick blue ocean of thoughts
trapped within the green reality without speech
red fire burnt out in the golden essence
embedded between the pink cinders of what remains')..
wonderfully creative
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
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