In the stillness of the night’s Aubergine deep purple,
as the dust motes danced, embraced by a wordless breath
of innuendo, perhaps a ghost sighing. Beyond the storm’s
eye, watching, waiting, listening, with soft echoes of
footsteps—somehow lighter than air, pushing the envelope,
easing my sanity from a rocking chair, rocking, in the
stillness of the night’s Aubergine waves, humming songs,
indistinguishable from a pulsing whisper. Sirens sway
between foaming thoughts and drifting, misty faces.
Beyond the shore’s sift, a creaky door sits, like a
long-lost friend—a letter never opened. With a slight
breeze, my hair kissed good luck, my breaths floated
through shadows of grain.
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Aubergine Deep Purple – with thoughtsdie
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