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When summer is gone
We learn to waltz and whirl through sunless spheres, amidst the frozen frangipanis, grieving in trembling stillness…… When summer is gone and the salmon sun slumbers in its somber sanctuary, waving silent farewells to skies glowing in apricot ink, I steal the amber and tuscan shade of twilight to shawl them in ballet pink, embroidered with champagne sequins. But am I to swirl through the melted haze of mauve, to wade through gloomy shadows befogged in dragonfly darkness, suffocating the balmy roses within my dusky heart of crimson thistles and thorns, like a weathered and greying garden of pixelated petals? Yet somehow, I find colors from crestfallen leaves, to paint my bleeding scars with singing stars. I still ponder: if grief had a color, would it be the gold and russet hues of autumnal foliage, or would it be the crystal blues of the ice-cold hues of winter? Perhaps there is no metaphor or seasonal tone to depict raining black dahlias, for the violin strings of a honeyed horizon now remain a mere memoir, where marigold memories flow within cluttered calligraphy. So tonight I’ll rise as the vermilion veil of the mulberry moon, amidst the faded streaks of saffron and cinnamon clemency.
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