I perceive the eidolon of moon......its serendipity and glare.....The shivoo of stars thoroughly around...its way through the clouds......earlier the gloomy ones.......now the vivid and lucid ones.....
I always wanted to get mixed with the clouds.....its colors.......purple......a bit of magenta.....that i wish were there......It was a dream to come through a black and white rainbow......Why not.....
If there were pink frogs.....sage ducks....or..... porpoise flowers.....
Different from hoi polloi...For me....they are factual.....a kenspeckle.......i grasped that.....It was moulded by my mind....espied by my eyes......
Now i glean over the colors of wind......i see it mauve...after the rains.........
Once it was teal.......after the night......
Sometimes it is azure.....in the morning.......a pinch of fuscia...in the evening.......Yestreen it was raven.....after an extremely tired day .......I kvell over the revamping of its wings into the colors
I feel agog for the next color of wind....my eyes will unviel.......dawdling for Mon trésor.....
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