romantic rose
a cold breeze flows through
pink petals follow the wind
it is cool on my face
deep desire
her lips a deep pink
her dress flowing around her
her eyes beckon me
wild plum
im in the garden
searching hard for something to eat
my eyes catch violet
bisque
Beginning the day
In a state of
Semi-consciousness
Questioning my surroundings
Under the suspicion that my dream hasnt
Ended yet
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