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An unfrivolous dance of where and when
On supposedly eternal shore,
steps purposefully wander as they did before not long ago
when existence swoop with the bow over strings-
its created harmony an unseen, camouflaged racket-
where trampled and washed sand
allowed more human traces - inexperienced and confident -,
unlike the possessive waves and foam
who's stones shall not be tainted by the joyful rays or incarnadine.
Memories, new chains, recall
a suave voice and an uncertain ( expected ardous), yet determined one
piercing the darkness; when torment inside and out
covered minuscule, clingy fragments of hope/optimism;
where rusty vision scrutinized distant gas spheres, contemplating.
When chocolate eyes gazed at the timid orb hiding its ablazed cheeks into azure - familiar scenery, unexpected mise-en-scène -
let an suppressed thought take over: they'll never witness nature's paintings again.
Copyright ©
Eli Darcy
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