
Under a searing orange-flamed heaven,
machined figurines roam.
Plastic sunflowers grow next to stagnant cool blue streams.
Fire paints its flames and purifies empty hearts and souls.
Sun-drops buried in raindrops
Purple soils mirror self-obsession and pride
Empty faces look into ethereal skies as
aerial music sounds.
Fireworks exploding,
unleashing chimeras of the intoxicated minds.
Colors meld to form a cluttered dream-scape
Loosened plate tectonics
yet vast trenches.
...Protecting machined hearts.
This is the kaleidoscope within fire-dreams of the illusive.
'Colors swiftly form to act as a device
against their godless souls with meandering paths.'





This was brilliant! I adored that title. The imagery was fantastic. You did a great job with this one! Keep it up.
Congrats on the gold trophies! 






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