textures
the unfolding
the smile of colour
warm glowing
the curl of three dimensions
and the entrapment
for an eye
there’s a song here
in the discards
the twist
the whorl
the ringlet coil
and the fading rose
when the wind calls
petals and tresses
will sing on its wing
leaving the stage
unfolding
other
textures
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