am still alive
under her wet eyes
under a cloud that jus sighed..
the farther she went
the heavier it poured
all for tis day,
to come to a hold..
mysteries blushed,
and silently cursed..
..the bright skies.
her magic refrained,
and she collapsed in the light of truth
under her wet eyes
under a cloud that jus sighed..
the farther she went
the heavier it poured
all for tis day,
to come to a hold..
mysteries blushed,
and silently cursed..
..the bright skies.
her magic refrained,
and she collapsed in the light of truth
5 comments:
mysteries blushed,
and silently cursed..
this line is awesome..
considering we are reborn and dead many times a day...this i think is the most beautiful description of the sweet release of momentary death...
Highly abstract
brilliant.
you are.
the end is a stab.
the beginning a sigh.. beautiful poem.
Were you talking about Clouds? :P
Abstract it was for sure.
And you know well,Creativity is abstract,too.
So,Virgo Queen..you have shown your analytical skills.
My prediction comes true after all xD
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