Life hurries by, tumultuously
Flowing around my island of night
Dewdrops kissing petals unborn
The horizons bleed their colour
Beyond my island of misty delight
Tender blooms wait, their luscious lips
Radiant, in the photons of twilight.
Swaying gently with the breeze
Warm breaths like frenzied sighs, torn
From the breast of the night, awaiting
Tempering kisses of the dewy morn.
MS
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