Just like the flowers shut their petals at sundown,
Surrender to sleep, bring down curtains of lashes
over your dreary eyes
Slip into the world of dreams
Where creativity bursts free and runs wild
Hair to the wind, mouth wide open in a liberating scream
Hair as red as the dying sun
Skin as milky as the billowing clouds
Long and thin, soft and graceful
Symbol of poise gone rogue
Mighty spirit of your inner child,
Let go of reality, become king of your liberty
And wake up, rested and in peace,
Never forgetting the glint of sunrays on red silk, slipping away with mischief...
Technicolor poet
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