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the rusted machinery of your dusty heart
twists the air with it's little gasps--
trying vainly to beat even though warmth isn't translated
through metal and inhumanity.
waves of sorrow crash
silently in your brown eyes
and in it, instantly, again, it's gone
in the sunlight--
because the orange-yellow tint
reveals to you an open hand
filled with acceptance and hope.
the real magic in the world
is that we can call it "the world";
the fact we can see turquoise oceans slither
right over our skin, and lose ourselves
in the beauty we're drowning in.
hope you like
(three words given: rust, wave, warm)
(three words given: rust, wave, warm)
© 2012 - 2024 Felka-wolf
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