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Colour of wind 
speaks to me in draped linen 
drying in a breeze 

Earth speaks in gestures 
miming a smile 
through a cloud 

Remembering how 
I wore her, like a bracelet 
weaved the structure 
of Her skin 

into a bodice 
cross laced garment 
of moonlight 

captured by 
the depths 
as 

She kindles me 
 Her affection 
in the sound 
of the vaporizing 
horizon