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Lava goes green with years
and the nostrils black with dust again
still smell pink flowers
not shy of summer butterflies

An archipelago of cognitive dissonance
flies up a cloud that has sunrays
instead of raindrops
and floats away in thunder

Heartbeats as footsteps
get impatient to meet again
like bubbles rushing to soap and back
to be safe all together

 

 

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Chameleonian Times, works by Helene Vanderhulst

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