A Visit Revisit
Your voice
carries on the breeze
the words you said
carved your name
into my wooden soul
and i revisit those moments
whenever i want to think
of "almost"
posted by Iudex Yasha at 1:32 PM
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
Your voice
carries on the breeze
the words you said
carved your name
into my wooden soul
and i revisit those moments
whenever i want to think
of "almost"
posted by Iudex Yasha at 1:32 PM
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