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Mother-Nature

Color is Pride Contest

By Alex RichardsonPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

My memory lines up each time I’ve been in this green and blue.

Trees with sky so good together

such devastating love

the way they hold hands so easy

unafraid of who sees.

Each run with this yellow sun

sweet simple like a crayon

rushes my skin

a salty little glow.

Like tarot cards fanned and suspended above my eyes

I pierce the center of each moment:

The World - The Hanged Man - The Priestess - The Lovers -

(I’ve been timeless. I am timeless?)

I’m still soft somewhere pink.

I recall that gentle absence of ache

quiet, sweet,

strawberry cake.

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