Brawlers Rondine

The sunset girls won’t be muted,
high-pitched voices are high dollar;
They’re fleeting cascades of color,
those ardent eyes aren’t diluted;
Lightning flashes undisputed
will break through any choke collar;
The sunset girls 
are nothing if not sure-footed;
Never entertaining squalor 
make no mistake call them brawlers;
Color blocked magic saluted 
the sunset girls.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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