Poetry by Colin T Mercer

Dictating freedom

The Solace of a Gull

Further up ward rising in the sky

To edge of golden rain and then transformed

Into contrast white of backdrop blue to green refection

Red horizons spread transformed above to purple hue

Dipping down to almost skipping water like a pebble on silver sea.

The tiny drops of crystal vapour haze

upon your brow crystallize then quick as they are formed demise

And tingeing amber sunset searched deep, so piercing

in the glinting and perfected

pearls of your eyes..

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