Evanescent angels
cradle crescent melodies...
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You may look at me with eyes askew
With tears parting lips heavy thoughts accrue...
Soft
hands...
Sometimes I prefer
the shady fissures...
Laying there in fading summer jazz sunlight,
it seems your floor is a meadow...
Whispering moments
of timeless love...
Destroyed Dreams...
Forever Wanderer
Collage of memories...
Our forever garden, a place where you and I
sit on a bench made of wood, carved with hearts...
Somber throats choke on virulent words,
Heavy as dust that flutters as fog...
" And my life ends, ends my pride and glory
In the drafts I am not, not a line nor a...