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her private omen of good to come; still, she is jealous of its wings.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
possibility and melancholy, both held in equal measure.
saltwater cobalt kisses the sandy shoreline, soon to devour all.
blue, when twined with red- for some, freedom’s hues; others- painful oppression.
sapphire pools of light, submerge my soul in your depths. love-drowning, embraced.
smooth, faded denim yields to your seeking fingers; barrier, removed.
laughing in corners, ghosts and shadows flit about, mocking memories.
flashing lights follow garish, in pursuit of me; what have I done now?
subtle differences one turquoise, one cornflower, you saw 'cause you looked.
cunning little stream, tranquil turquoise canopy, hides hungry kelpies.
dim blue glow at night, my face illuminated- slow blinking cursor.
navy blue. you wore it well, not a crease in sight. uniform and shroud.
