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Earth-blue
wishes
in the summer-hued trees
of Rigel's slumber
Planet Wyveniah
comfort & suture
The lemon skies, &
soft-gold molten seas :
light to swim in
as the distant bronze
of glinting mountains
hint the breeze
so clear & light-light
you can easily fly there,
flapping a couple of leaves
so these blue-blue soft & lofty,
leafy-wings, remind me of
my forgotten birth & lifelong losses
the full-weeping memory
of love mosses & Earth
under a blue sun
a gold sea glosses,
then,
unquenches,
my pining thirst
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