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Dreams bleed beauty
Red I behold in roses, Velours' scent
Flowers boom in white of snowy tulips
Wanted by butterflies or to be plucked
Me? How can I bloom? Or even bud?
Dreams pick souls to touch, on mine
On fantasy's dors only darkness thunps
Dreams bleed darkest red, eye of blood
Precious times scarily consoling nights
Some grow in the sun, some only wane
Winds chose petals to lift skins to caress
Red reduces to blackness, white dims
Me! How would I breed if ever seized?
Thoughts hold within fragrant comfort
Whilst rangers twist upon insomnia
Eyes sur aspiring to get a rest, to respite
As dreams select slumber to grow on
© Jiro
Flowers boom in white of snowy tulips
Wanted by butterflies or to be plucked
Me? How can I bloom? Or even bud?
Dreams pick souls to touch, on mine
On fantasy's dors only darkness thunps
Dreams bleed darkest red, eye of blood
Precious times scarily consoling nights
Some grow in the sun, some only wane
Winds chose petals to lift skins to caress
Red reduces to blackness, white dims
Me! How would I breed if ever seized?
Thoughts hold within fragrant comfort
Whilst rangers twist upon insomnia
Eyes sur aspiring to get a rest, to respite
As dreams select slumber to grow on
© Jiro
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