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Transient Beauty

  • Xann
  • Dec 1, 2023
  • 1 min read

Dried flowers speckled with brown

beneath my fingertips, they crush easily

desaturated colours staining my fingers


Dried orange peels, ground in powder

It's citrus scent blends in perfectly with the room lit up in yellow,

but when it loses its scent, how long will it take for the warm hues to grow dull?


A faint white light falls through the gap in periwinkle curtains,

coupled with the swirl of stars it's truly ethereal.

But true beauty, however, lies in the silhouettes of two people dancing across the streets.


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