AND IN A VERY TALENTED TONGUE…BY ME SAINTS ALIVE!
..
She’s dragon-dawned
in crimson shimmerspark.
Breeze-breathe her in, all bubble
-melted sky, whispered curl.
She’s girl. Shadow. Cloud. Open
jar. Twisted scar. Dancing rose.
She leaves you greened
and grinning, right on cue.
Skips and spills your journey
forward; through.
Lulls your day.
Dances away.
..
The Quadrille with all the words.
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Thank ya, Sir.
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MY EXTREME PLEASURE! 🙂
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