Crimsion hues..
yellow velvet..
a vision exquisite
staring at heavens hemmings
humming a tune.
mid day noon
soaking..
lush vibrations
in anticipation of a silent storm
born from peaceful forms..
so i guess a silohuette
is still just a lining
stenciling the phantom
finding calm
at times random
at times the problem
is really the solution
to views so sick
and abusing
cause i carry them thick
like cloud fluff
hovering on a drift
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