The night still carries the scent of you,
The wind still enchants in soft whispers.
The twilight dances to sunset,
It just does not bring any longer you.
The autumn leaves kiss the ground,
Colorfully colorless the walkers astound.
Blooms of nostalgia in spring,
Brings with them smiling gloom.
Rain drip from the crying clouds,
Thunders in the scream of pain.
Inside the dark window
Sits a body staring out in stroud.
The scent flies through air, enchanting
Whispers muttering now unknown.
Sunset tranquil with grinning grim.
The room darkens of your photos hung in strings.
- Zayana Cullen
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Silent Whispers of Dysphoria
PoetryWhen mirror is not enough to reflect emotions, when talks are not enough to convey feelings, a silent poem and a pen and it's creations may help. Edit (April 14, 2020) : This book was previously titled as "Autumn Leaves" *NOTE FOR READERS* Dear rea...
