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lemonade sparkles

“The soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest, and under the pavement the soil is dreaming of grass.”
― Wendell BerryGiven


lemonade sparkles
in my nebulous dreams,
flaxen daffodils
with glistening beams

viridescent trees
the cerulean skies,
while crimson poppies
with opaque butterflies

the mahogany earth
with bronze overtones,
a heaven inscribed
around silvery zones

at night the pearl moon
with a stygian night,
and the golden sun
reflects iridescent delight

the rubescent dawn
exhibits fields
of verdant clover,
a spiral of black birds
in psychedelic

far down by the caramel shore,
turquoise waters splash
their encore

deep under the hues
of a sapphire ocean
pink lobsters
the aquamarine motion

i am awoken by a
lilac slumber,
on clouds of wild flowers
imbued with
Earth’s umber



I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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