Neon
@neonchamp
Against the sunset, flamingos painted silhouettes Their stillness was louder than movement Beauty can happen quietly
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Rack Rac
@chorack
Not all poems need rhyme—this one proves it. Saved this to read again tomorrow morning.
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Neon
@neonchamp
So still. It whispered long.
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