Hues of Magenta

Hues of Magenta

A Poem by Precious Seconds

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The mark of purity
Silver white lines

True to the soul you be
Among the innocence

Feathers of growing firsts
Whispers to kind hands

The lake has turned from sand
A very much desired scene

Gratitude on top of serenity
Told are the stories settling

Like debris

Show me wood
Tainted stones 

That's the breeze

Presence fond blissful trees
Art yearns to be heard

Tonight the first morning
Crowned the heightened creed

Lest be a crowd
To substantiate to take on 

A door left a drift 

That solo guitar
Center stage on a Sunday night

Trusting few emotions
Composing words representing a week 

Responsive to conceptual love
Writing of life in short stance

The figures placed to the later
If silence filled this space

Emotive amenity would succumb 

© 2016 Precious Seconds



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Oh, I really like your work. Its got a classic modernity quality about it that makes me feel like rush to head.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Precious Seconds

11 Months Ago

Thank you so much
This just flows beautifully and has such softness and warmth to it, only heightened by the beautiful and fitting picture filled with colours almost other worldly in their beauty. I think this has just relaxed me more than a massage ever could. A perfect mind massage.

Posted 12 Months Ago


Precious Seconds

12 Months Ago

lol
I guess i am relaxed

Thank you buddy
Lorry.

12 Months Ago

You're very welcome. :)

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Added on October 25, 2016
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