The brush of the wind, a sweet ecstasy.
A sunrise’s caress, soft and warm.
It hums beneath my skin,
waiting to blossom and fly in the
breeze.
Yearning for time and this endless
moment.
A song of white fire, that tastes like
rain;
the symphony of a spectrum of colors
becomes a whirlwind of uncontrollable
desire.
Fantastical dreams that should not
exist;
the colliding of midnight stars, along
the twilight’s horizon.
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