Inside a room,
Painted with neutral color
A closet of colored clothes,
a gleam of a roseate light
Windows are open,
cold wind enters,
music fell to play.
New sceneries indulged in my mind; as daydreams rotate in every wake and the unending mourn for thoughts.
The unconscious and unknown seems to be the air of the place
Betraying and fainting of tired.
One moon night,
on a floral bedsheet, a restless soul slept.
-spicybcyi
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Secluded to the Messages
РазноеA collection of poetry and prose. Secluded to the messages is where it puts one in a place meant to meet and where one gets messaged in its vague manner like the fast paced frequency of a tiny place and a crowd's annoying noise. Date finished: April...
