Tears of a rose

Brightly anew, as the external ignition shone to my cavernous heart, residing to his amending retreat, embers kindled aglow; blue as the fiery sky bereft of sunset. Jettison his moon reflective, they look to the menu, a populist space them caprice, asked after the depth of time, radical particles in search, they amass pixeled, energy reboots fleeting the lime desert of a frosting terrain, a spatial cubist.

Cooling thee heart, pulp petals ember these exceeding roses, they align through time lasting wilt, the congress petal replace to the populist sunset, other then amend resolution. Sundials with a lime intrusion, frenetically burn to replace them a lover’s sunset, searing cubes score to the vale hidden orange, or yellows, twice bereft of a lighter shade or ochre.

Dreaming sunsets compel to the oceans foreseen, time inhibiting the classical, rendition of love, shaping a place in timely retention, tectonic petals, awash to the sea of inequality.

2022 © Adam Blewett

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