Siren Whispers

Siren Song


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Amaranthine

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It was a moment suspended in time,

one she returned to again and again.

As brilliant as the brightest star

shining in her midnight sky,

it became an amaranthine memory,

neither waxing nor waning

as the moon

but perpetual as the ocean’s tides.

Her fingers traced its outline

reminiscing,

the heat captured within

warming her

still

its colours remaining true

through time.

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