The Hand You Cannot See
Plum ripples along the edge of sanity, blazing sapphires scooped into timeless piles. Deep shadows pull strong, momentary death folds quietly across full lush blossoms. Sweetly swaying orchids caress the latent core. Breathe their silent call. Awaken to orange marmalade spread transparent across your earthly crust tasted by the tongues of angels.
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Laurie_B
I have been writing poetry and fiction for several years now. It is truely one of my great pleasures in life to create beauty with words.
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