A smooth journey,
to mute chimes
of those opaque sources
of light and
heavy rain,
on the lands
of pinks, peach and brown,
to reach the corners
of the rose petal
to die there
forever...
never to flow again..
of pinks, peach and brown,
to reach the corners
of the rose petal
to die there
forever...
never to flow again..
The last tear also,
swallowed by smiles...
swallowed by smiles...
1 comment:
wat an imagery uffffffff
too gud
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