The Waves

When yesterday goes away with the waves
Disappears into mists of turquoise joys
Losing laughters everafters perfect chary actors
Missed the parts of broken hearts
Walking sunbeams, sidereal dreams
Playhouse Windows tinsel faux crescendo
Wrapping smokering violets into crescent indigo
No other way only every day
Hello as they say
Goodnight today goes away with the waves



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Written on 2016-01-02 at 17:06

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JohnJohn
Waves are my favourite things, like flames each one new and unique. I like this poem.
2016-01-02