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anything but blue
you swept into my life
with an artist’s palette knife
slicing my grey in two
my painted canvas sang
pastel colors’ bold harangue
in anything but blue
you found me on blind chance
random dance of happenstance
accidentally on-cue
twirling on twilight
transmuting our moonlight
to anything but blue
you showed me seasons of our joyful heart
and I breathed you deeply within me
if I had reason why we fell apart
I could freefall from where you pinned me
where did you go
when leaving me undone?
cruel indigo
our nights obscure my sun
when did you know
you would flee our harmony?
how was our artistry
discarded so artlessly?
I still sing out your name
sullen embers of our flame
for the love that we once knew
water-colored tears shed
scattered prismed wake misread
as anything but blue
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Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
So beatiful! It perfectly captures those questions with feeling. I loved it!
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Thank you.
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You are welcome!
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This is so incredibly exquisite! I love how your poem flows like a river 😀
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Love the music clip. It enhances your sad poem of a love who seems to have vanished into the ether. Love is a fume of sighs…or something similar said the Bard, methinks. Reminds me of this quote. Beautiful poem saturated with feeling.
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You unravelled the artistic metaphor very well. i love the colourful touches throughout.
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I really love how you used the colors here, though the hues made it a bit dark
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This is gorgeous and so evocative.
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: Member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
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This is so beautiful and moving. I can definitely relate to the feelings expressed here. Nicely penned!
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