like the blowing wind
over the autumn cherry blossoms
like little rose leaves
floating down the stream
i rivet amongst the daydreams
thinking of you has arrested my thoughts
like the arctic snow ,
vast stretches separate us.
beloved that rings in the very ears of my depths,
the first gasp swirling through these veins
for how long i have searched for your eyes
mother of my passion
desire taking flight across twilights blank crest.
roads , long grain speckled gray
little girl with black tresses,
anklets calling eternally, her eyes have the look
like a bird soaring in those clouds.
dry like entering cold,
half sleeping eyes warm as a blanket over fire.
Feral City
1 year ago
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