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Rosemary dances with me
I sing for her lips
They are evil and sore
She lacks revision and reform in her dreams
A tilt of a smile and a shimmer of the eyes
Lilium candidum and helianthum annuus
My senses are overpowering, and they are lacking
The air is graceful, it calms, it stays
The air carries scents and bodies of lilium, helianthum
Of seasoned spiced grains, of brown pepper
{ ......And even in this confusion, even in this sorrow I carry, I still know, still recognise her adorned painful beauty, it is simply her own curated evil......}
There is a melody in taking people on cruises
Let their eyes splendour and begin to fail
There is a melody, a melody
A tilt of a smile
And the air can be eaten with all the emotion it tears
YOU ARE READING
it is, simply
PoetryIt is simply words to tell. It is simply a scar. It is simply what I do not know, what I refuse to. It is simply a beautiful night with eyes that will never see the stars' reflections in mine. It is simply what I can not be. It is simply there. {cov...
