Rainbow-Colored Wavelengths
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Rose sequins adorn my hidden, bewitched spirit.
Crimson stars with blooming amber wood
Robins lovely ballad whispers chords in the split.
A scene depicts rustling willow leaves as I stood.
Crimson stars with blooming amber wood
Yarrow thrives in my garden; no promising limit.
A scene depicts rustling willow leaves as I stood.
An echt night sleep would energize my spirit.
Yarrow thrives in my garden; no promising limit.
Where shimmying vibes adorned a weaving verse.
An echt night sleep would energize my spirit.
subtle as sapphire on my ruby heart's helix perse.
where shimmying vibes adorned a weaving verse.
The crown of ebony and bone has me in its thrall.
subtle as sapphire on my ruby heart's helix perse.
In hopes of melting the stars in a primal mist to fall.
The crown of ebony and bone has me in its thrall.
The stars will sparkle with fuchsia confidence.
In hopes of melting the stars in a primal mist to fall.
Where glittering indigo flows meet silvery conatus.
The stars will sparkle with fuchsia confidence.
The cosmic compass points soar with accuracy.
Where glittering indigo flows meet silvery conatus.
While awe holds firm on the wings of jade advocacy.
The cosmic compass points soar with accuracy.
A lack of fear is not a prerequisite for happiness.
While awe holds firm on the wings of jade advocacy.
Rather than an angel's flawlessness and calmness.
A lack of fear is not a prerequisite for happiness.
I will release myself from any restraint or anxiety.
Rather than an angel's flawlessness and calmness.
My faith will be a beacon of light amid adversity.
I will release myself from any restraint or anxiety.
My dear friend, I am adducible that I am full of love.
My faith will be a beacon of light amid adversity.
As I plummet into the universe below from above.
My dear friend, I am adducible that I am full of love.
My sense feels alike we are running beyond time.
As I plummet into the universe below from above.
Despite being as false as rumor spread or grime,
My sense feels alike we are running beyond time.
Despite being tired, I'm singing fresh songs boldly.
Despite being as false as rumor spread or grime,
I'm growing from my errors to widen myself mostly.
Despite being tired, I'm singing fresh songs boldly.
Robins lovely ballad whispers chords in the split.
I'm growing from my errors to widen myself mostly.
Rose sequins adorn my hidden, bewitched spirit.
Written: May 19, 2023
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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