Sooth with purple skies.

by mesolithic   May 10, 2006


Hammer the brain.
Sooth with the purple skies,
that melt into orange,
and float down to earth.
The drips of hot wax
relax
as they burn,
The black disturbed
by a dream pulse
sending waves to sea,
as they wash away the colours
burnt into the sand.

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