Smooth droplets of a bygone day
Sprout from the leaves of fantacies
As I stroll with a friend of my heart
My soul cooks up lavender dreams
To diffuse them with sepia
Hues of a noble nostalgia
As evening happens to me now
I wish it’d happen everytime
Everytime a bygone day
Everytime a coming night
Everytime a broken heart
Drinks the colors of the eve
It heals a little more and feels
Like the world could mean more
Than what it had ever meant before.
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Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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