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Bluelighter
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- Jan 12, 2017
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The seed
that the rain sweetened;
That spun
and sprung the stalk;
That sprouted
the savory flowers;
That reflected
the spectrum of life;
Awoke
by a mystical whistle,
Spoke by the wind,
whispering thoughts.
Ached
to clean-escape the clay,
created wings:
Sewing rainbow petals
into butterfly flight.
Lifted from the land
to follow the sound;
Kissing every color,
clicking in song;
Humming,
buzzing,
bubbling pastel dreams;
Dancing
with the brightest light
in the sky.
that the rain sweetened;
That spun
and sprung the stalk;
That sprouted
the savory flowers;
That reflected
the spectrum of life;
Awoke
by a mystical whistle,
Spoke by the wind,
whispering thoughts.
Ached
to clean-escape the clay,
created wings:
Sewing rainbow petals
into butterfly flight.
Lifted from the land
to follow the sound;
Kissing every color,
clicking in song;
Humming,
buzzing,
bubbling pastel dreams;
Dancing
with the brightest light
in the sky.
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