Tag Poem #5- Shattered Light
I dream in white, most dream in red,
I've spent my life escaping them,
my way is a silken breeze, and I adapt frequently,
I'm the hush between the trees,
And as the zephir blows,
a faded breeze of demure and effervescent might,
reluctant am I to endure such a blaze of
ever-emcompassingly shattered light
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