when cinnamon skies fall
swirling down
settling gently
on marshmallow clouds
of chocolate whispers
velveteen murmurs
form crisp peppermint kisses
hazelnut dreams still burn bright
and
the feeling
feeling roars and rages
and so
may it rage forever on
through rough oncoming tides
always
through ensuing epochs and ages
This was very sensory as a poem.
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Thank you, man! Appreciate it. Stay well brother
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I could practically picture myself in the surrounding you described.
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That’s very humbling and heartwarming brother… thank you, man. Really
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It’s the truth brother.
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Thank you
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Delicious and aromatic imagery.
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thank you very much, friend
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