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In the Pink

Poetry By: LyraHydraComa
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In the Pink

In the Pink a Full Moon Sinks with Revaillie.
Beguilling eyes scatter dust on a Hunt.
Some sort of Crustaceon
Chamellion Black and
passionate pleas and pangs
in retreat, doubting
Vulnerable and Under the feet
of a Star shone gleam of fish swimming upstream.
In Peak Condition
on the Peak of MT. Bliss
a Ridgeline Fracture Transfigures
decions incurred along a Trail
A Waiting sunrise poses the question, What is Truth?

Is It Found in a Bottle strewn in a Bag
many Steps, the Count of Mountless
Movement towards
Burdenless Motions where emotions
Harp Auld Lange Syne....and In the Mire
of Drink Salmon traverse upstream tirelessly and in the Pink.


Submitted:Apr 25, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


In the Pink

In the Pink a Full Moon Sinks with Reveille.

Beguiling eyes scatter dust on a Hunt.

Some sort of Crustacean

Chameleon Black and

passionate pleas and pangs

in retreat, doubting

Vulnerable and Under the feet

of a Star shone gleam of fish swimming upstream.

In Peak Condition

on the Peak of MT. Bliss

a Ridge line Fracture Transfigures

decisions incurred along a Trail

A Waiting sunrise poses the question, What is Truth?

Is It Found in a Bottle strewn in a Bag

many Steps, the Count of Mountless

Movement towards

Burdenless Motions where emotions

Harp Auld Lange Syne....and In the Mire

of Drink Salmon traverse upstream tirelessly as Grizzley paws are found, in the Pink.





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