Inevitable Maturity

December 29, 2014

Enormous lilacs

Softly caressing my hair

Turn red with pressure.

Humid colorful

Jungle wisely trap tarsiers

Parallel my angst.

Isolated marsh

Deeply tempt slick slimy frogs

Embarasses me.

Delicate blooming

Orchids lay timid against

My sallow body.

Creamy pastel clouds

Follow my footsteps in dance

Saved by my passion.

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