The trance of a memory stares through its past
As the sun that shades time haunts the sky through its mask
Amorous feelings of affairs not to last
Reflected upon through a paramour's glass
The auburn tinge of an opiates dust
The scream from a wind and it's subsequent gust
Silken gold retrieved from a wave
Within a blue ocean that beauty has paved
Now those who met through mere circumstance
Will now have occasion to start a romance
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Mystery\'s Creation (Pseudonym) (
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amazing
Thanks so much!!!!
Have a great,safe and peaceful day and best of luck to you!!!!!!!! 😊 ☺.
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