Layers

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Underneath seven layers of onion peels

The cold shoulders 

Like shivering mountains

The cumbersome delicacies 

Of one simple touch   

The luminescent flicker 

In one's wary eyes

And crawling serpents 

Upon swinging vines

The uneventful dreaming 

That never does sleep

The caressing smell of 

Flowers in the air

The sweet sorrowful shadows 

Lingering within there

If only underneath those seven layers to shed a tear.