When I whirl as wind,
unwavering ~
surfing on
watercolor wings
of simmering seasons,
which flicker
and fly through me,
filtering my faults
with a wrinkled fantasy,
I waltz whistling ~
in their whispering waves,
where the lachrymal leaf
of loneliness lulls me
to a lavender sanctuary
of sanguine sentiments,
beneath the drizzling doom
of sleepless stars....
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