i hid behind massive pillars while
you stood at the cloister's center.
the sun relished in your velvet skin,
down to your bones, to your core.
i used to indulge in you that way;
now i could only look from afar.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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A Flowerbed for Romantics
PoetryThe chattering of canaries beneath the cumulus clouds' silhouettes call nature out to breathe once more for I am here, laying above verdant grasses. I carry the heart of a romantic; the art of loving enwreathes itself around my worn out heart. For e...
