Refrain on the 6th
My dreams - they swirl in lucent strands,
in colors born of whimsied thoughts.
In wisps, an orange memory
wafts carelessly from childhood’s brume,
toward purple echoes plumed this day.
In lucent strands, a story weaves.
04 Jun 2016
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