When I call you beautiful
I mean eyes of hazel
A crown of gold, topaz
And jade stone
Saint-Tropez in midsummer
Sunlight filtered through emerald wine bottles
Coral sands stuck like gilt
On warm skin
Emperador on the temple floor of
Some ancient lost city
Amber light drying
Morning dew out on the veldt
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dreamer, writer, explorer, creative, critical thinker, maker of my own reality. part left - part right brained, often found out chasing fish, the moon, music, muse... the magical, mystical and metaphysical, art, travel, foodndranks, my pack, beauty, the light and the dark, adventures, the arcane, the strange and profane...
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