Burnt sienna waves, laughing – pleasant days,
Full of light, seas infused with hope,
Soft sounds of roaring peace, still and cool,
Falling like stars who have mastered the art of reflecting,
The joy in twinkling, glistening in the skies,
Wishing these dreams weren’t passing them by,
Dreams passing by…
Toasted brown eyes, pupils black as charred thoughts,
Beckoning to the virgin colors,
Sapphire...
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