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Undyeing, Amaranthine


Oddly,
blue all day. 

The sun dragged like blotting brush
across the apse of Sky; dawn apsis
to dusk apsis -
not leaving ink but life.
Not leaving marks but hues.

Blue blue blue blue blues. 
The undying beauty, the 
amaranthine found now at death of blue...
the reds. The brief bold reds. Death hue. 

Life within. 
Death without. 


Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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