Love, often much of a flame;
for she who burns
must resign aftermost.
Still, until the day she dies,
her heart shall prosper.
In the dark of night,
the misery of solitude,
the vibrant lungs which she lives to fill
with smoke
continue to breathe in peace.
So be as it may,
that wish—so lonely,
the heart of her flame flourishes.
For before the flame dies,
it burns.
- gianna marie.
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cacophony | a poetry book
Poesia[𝐧] 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬. example: poetry is a 𝐜𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 that plays perpetually inside the mind. awards & recognition: - 🥇The PageTurners Awards (Poetry) - 🥈The Hearts Awards (Poetry) - 🥈...
