Colours

Harbour contour of
visual perceptual
Spectrum
Of light receptor.

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The Breeze

The window breeze
caresses, of peacefully calm,
refreshing with
a lullaby of dreams
sing by the wind.

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Leafs

Webs of love and flies peace,
I cannot see your green leafs
smiling at your shades.
Could you wait for days?

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Worthless

Worthless flooded waves.
Shoulders sit to await.
With sleeping, red cheeks
From the linen of golden dreams.
Reins tight, of sadness light.

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Puddle of water

The long mud path, divide by the grass
Where woods tremble by the rains wash,
have left foot print of forming mirrors,
reflecting picture of air.

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Desire

Bite my neck,
while the flame still born,
while the shadow outline,
the passion on this mystic wall
while our harvest body
carrying on the vein,
the wine of desire.

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New religion

Cults of ancestral deities.
Agrapha act of creatures.

Transcendence, Wise Lord.
Self-satisfying People of the book
Metaphysical improvable.

Ecstatic form of new religion.
Humanely made.

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Apple Tree

Violet apples, on the tree hutch
The juicy shine,
Embarrassed at the sun touch,
The golden and greenish leafs,
hold the air, that breeze flattery
while fall dead, ferment.
The birds drunk sang.

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Secrecy

Hide, shameless your face knowledge.
Rains that hide,
waterproof words.
Secrecy of life, like prisons,
stealer of minds
True when unfold.
Lies when are told.
Personal or coupled,
It is no to be tell.

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Fof II

Old movie barely breathes, silver & grey.
Crying dew tears, steamy smoke.
Revealing absorbing true shapes
of grey bones

Wet tongue whisper under the lamp light.
Unintelligible figures.
Not much to see of.

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