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[meridianpassage]

I do miss you in
Blue tones that carve
Creativity and the likeness of
Adventure.

You sit in pools of honesty
And simple, the purest, joy.
Something you cannot hide.

I like your quiet colours and
Those slow-moving lips speaking
Of times and your eyes so far
Away.

Such contentment from your being
From those times, spill out and over
Everything and paint in colour all
Haze of life.

In this instant, time becomes astonishing
And glows with itself, its own ease(l)
Making all beauti and ful.

You and time, you see, make such
An enchanted dance.