Figments of our dreams are woven together in burnished threads,
As our fingers intertwine to fill the abyss between us.
The flames of our fragmented homes rise in burning red,
As we shed our cloaks of raven feathers, and fade into the emerging dusk.
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𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀
Poetryeunoia [ yoo - noy - uh ] · Greek (n.) a pure and well balanced mind. a good spirit. "Beautiful Thinking" highest rankings: #24 in poetry #24 in poetrycollection #5 in think #1 in haiku #15 in feel
