A Misty Circumlocution
Coming together like living magic, breaking liquidity apart
More infused with passion, that never has an end or start
Strongly vibrant with rhythmic silent sounds, that be still a stoutly content beating heart
A misty circumlocution, talking in invisible tongues, struggling to be smart
Oh, how clouds are the skies very own well stocked al a carte
A water color of depth, changing per second, alive work of art
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2023
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