picture courtesy Google
cobalt teal hair playing on snow white face//
that’s how some days pace // the sound of inner
peace
when
the salmon sun drunk with yesterday’s tangerine sea//
the stance // as if a blushed bride timidly pass
through
indistinctive trees and hills // and I stand in a
trance
with no chance to judge // he, she, you, me---chaos
nothing
but cobalt
teal hair playing on snow white face//
with aquamarine eyes searching seamless distance
and
that’s how some days pace // the sound of inner
peace
when salmon sun shows up // drunk with yesterday’s
tangerine sea
Hi Sreeja ~~ I like this one, your "salmon sun drunk with yesterday’s tangerine sea" does well with "cobalt". Very clever linking the verses with a right margin line.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the visit to mine. Like old OSI days.
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Oooh I love this!!💖💖💖
ReplyDeletePretty color play
ReplyDeleteI love the colors here... love how you cycled it back to the beginning.
ReplyDeleteThis is delightful.. It feels like your pen became a paintbrush.
ReplyDeleteDrunk on colors, definitely. I love the salmon in a tangerine sea.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for visiting and appreciating....💜
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