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Sitting as opposites,

I follow a dancing gaze,

A vision so amazing as this,

Surely cannot be reality,

A graze;

They stand to attention,

With a subtle grin,

All is needed to suppress this grey mood,

Evaporation; Steam from a teapot,

For not a thing I could change,

Never one to dismiss perfection,

Inscribed in a touch;

Dice smacks the velvet grass,

Strikes lucky six,

And for now I rest my head,

Heart-clash with tricks,

I stumble,

Earth beneath Scarlet crumbles,

As I peer through Rose-tint looking glass,

Grind to a steady halt;

All in sight is the purest Hazel,

As I rise to safety by a cleverly disguised angel

Reviews

[Veralily]

Wow. Fabulous writing style. I love it. Great job.

[Niall H]

My girlfriend is a better writer than me!
I like terms such as, "the velvet grass"
Well done.