Lead, gouges crude lines
among seaweed, coral and sand.
Keeping beauties swaying
in never ending twilight,
time stopped.
Dancing clowns
play swimming among soaked
gowns of pastel flowers.
While dappled lights play a child’s
game among silk tresses.
A garden unseen
but a few times a season
shows hands of tender
crude lines of love etched on fragile skin.
Carefully cultivated, handpicked
scarlet blood red Buds are planted.
Left to the care of
Lulling waves of peace
To continue
blooming forever
more each unique,
unyielding everlasting bells.
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