unloved love

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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