Decalcomanie
At times I face the mirror
I see... pigments of you
They were obsolete —the brightest color;
scorching attractive hue
It was all blissful
Worthwhile to stare through
In the contrary, what should this be called?
those seldom instances I yearn to
Piercing lilac in the intruders eyes
To me you are blue
Days and nights seemed to go by sweeping
I thought this fragrant is fleeting
No, I won't buy a new one
I'll let the pieces be thrown out
The windows are newly wiped, clear, and open
To the breeze I'll never listen
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VES
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For You, Alone (Poetry Dedication)
PoésieJust the poetries I wrote for those people I have met whom either I've lost, I love, I miss, I adore, or I simply get attached to.
