December Dunes
Dear December, forgive my silence,
I'm tired of singing to the moon,
watching the sea swallow flaming rays,
cloaked in shame, am I to take the blame~
dragging clouds of doubt with silver shadows cast?
I never knew words could weigh heavier than dancing diamonds.
Yet, tonight I gaze beyond trembling skies;
perhaps, in their liquified state, metaphors do flow.
So, wait for me when twilight dims,
as poetry breathes your name, amidst darkness…
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~Forgive my silence
Mistreated
Waterfall chandeliers
Card of lies
Silent Epistles
Cerulean seclusion
Sakura Raindrops
Heart of time
Poetry breathes you
Would you still love me ..
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