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[thujone]

She's always soaking up the sun by day;
rejuvenating. You can see her aura
glow, reflecting from the puddles
pooled in the dimples of her pavement skin.

Images of her coy exuberance
flitter across glass canvases,
blurred, like a lover in pursuit
as you race away standing still.

Some say that if you strain your ears,
in the silence admist cacophony,
you can hear the sound of her laugh
echoing through the alleyways.

 

[New]

I'd like to meet this omnipresent temptress. The deftness you used to describe her makes her ever so alluring. I enjoyed sharing this rich, thick memory with you.

 

[pk.]

This is really well written. It evokes some serious melancholic memories that I have with a certain past person, thanks.

"Some say that if you strain your ears,
in the silence admist cacophony,
you can hear the sound of her laugh
echoing through the alleyways."

^ perfect.

 

[thujone]

Thanks for the comments Universal consciousness was the main theme for this one, the idea that all energy is alive.