Drowsed by golden leaves,
Amelia rests at her balcony.
Her thoughts blink purple and red,
under a Monetian sunset.
Amelia wonders about the passion contained in clouds.
A secret desire? A lover’s touch?
Scarlet elixir indulges her lips.
Eyelids closed. He whispers. She observes.
_____Adriana Citlali
XI-X-MMXVI
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