Always Morning

An anchor
weighing to the depths of the crystal ocean.

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See above sea,
blurry reality.

Drowning in tears of the goddess's cruel

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the time as it hums

Never pausing for breath.

Cloudy letters hang on passing Technicolor shoals.

Spelling the
answer.

Blind. 

 

The flower blooms swaying effortlessly to the shinning simmered
sun.

 

Lament?

Maybe.

 

My always morning dawns afresh

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