| a feather river reflection heavy red piled to infinity, and every root was a world, and her eyes startling pools of worlds, and I was in the lichen and she was in the mushroom and we were in the spaces where night mixed with sun, and I had for her a crown of fern and she had for me a ring of needle and deep green be the ladie's dress, and bright the amber that star-bursted in her eyes, and thick red the arms that held the desire to warm me, and blue were her passions hung in the sky, ever deeping in hue- her voice was softer than a slow moving stream trickling their melodious sound into my ears, her words would fall from rose petal lips like yellow and orange leaves in a soft zephyr, twisting turning playfully in my mind, when the sun shone her auburn waves would turn to roaring flames, complementing the wild green ambitions buried beneath her deep brown layers her skin was ivory silk that ran for miles over vast mountain peaks, long plains, rolling hills and deep lush valleys, that glowed like the moon, and I fell with a splash into her startling pools of worlds and vowed to always be filled with heavy red piled to infinity, where every root was a world, I was in the lichen, wearing for her a ring of needle, and she was in the mushroom adorning my crown of fern, and we would always be together in those spaces where the night mixed with the sun. |
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