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Purple Eddies

In the sudden flash I see
how it was all meant to be
golden leaves with blue veins
magenta drops in neon rain
wetting the earth, and the moon
Tilting sun in crimson gleam
velvet night of starry trim
telling softly, the story
of the weary boat.
Eyes glint in phosphor glow
silent scroll of voices flow
they come and go, zombie-like
alien charms, jaded psyche
Purple eddies tinted foam
weary boat drifting home
a feather floats in inky sky
like wafting strains of a lullaby
muted tones of a drizzled drone
fading in the dirge, of the monsoon rain.


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