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I dreamt of a sky sublime

sun orange luminosity

spread as distant strands

the footprints of light;

brilliantly with timed gait

move, fleeting, die-

softly scattered memories

take form of thoughts.

Whispers of Shadows

find voice, sound

hidden elation

within misery, really

hearts of lies.

Except the poinsettas fade

eyelids of vanity

blink reflections of the heart

tainted rivers.