The wandering peacock in all its vivaciousness colour 

Its primary life is in vivacity 

We rise to bathe in nila blues 

the sea a healing indigo and salt to cleanse all spirits 

here I am - with oil from the argan tree and rosemary in glass bottles for the hair, 

with all its vitality and power it goes on and on 

Rosewater and rosehip to kiss the face and blush as beautiful as th...

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One of a firepit, another a grotto

A low, dim mist leaks from between hills like the Milky Way erupted

From deep below

The earth was warm and its emerald undertone became glossy beneath the ice

And ochre paint of daffodils smears with browned frost

The home itself is but a disorganized cabin

With its heavy vines sewn throughout pine beams

And all the world is quiet but fo...

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