Give me velvet ribbons
wrapped in a grey sky
with supple highlights
and gentle shadows
dipping and twisting in a creamy dawn.
Taste the morning dewdrops,
sliding down flower pedals
and through blades of grass.
Inhale the slightest hint
of early honeysuckle,
as the wind brushes past you
and the scent flutters away.
Feel the rhythm,
dance to the dying music of the night,
embrace the joyous climax of birds and rays alike
bursting forth,
and watch your heart explode
first in blue, and then purple.
Pink, and red.
Orange
and yellow and blue
painted across the sky.
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