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A lonesome notion
dancing from my tongue
cross an awestruck ocean
where turquoise tears come from.

Solitude is draining
isolation feels like wrath
scarlet sweat a-raining
along a damson path.

Indigo and violet hues
make vanished footprints smile
when vivid reds and blues
coalesce for a while.

When we come together
to form a colour circle
our strides will call to heather
on stepping into purple.

© poormansdreams

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