Graceful rainbow hues.
Daylight’s emotional flair.
Beyond the twilight.
Medical Professional turned writer.
How does it work?
Beyond the sky. Beautiful <3
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Submerged in a blue sadness. Confined in a red madness. Blushingly flushed with pink compassion. Consumed by a golden obsession.
By Megan Bald2 years ago in Poets
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Beyond the sky. Beautiful <3