WandeRoseD

That What Sees Defines

In washed air, lowly sun
sings gold and rose beneath
brooding amethyst waves.
Stunned breathless
by beauty so rare,
unabashed eyes know
even a perfect lens
can capture no more
than dulled illusion.

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wanderosed

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