iv. fog haunts hidden woes left behind
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i clinged towards golden cracks
that tore the ever vast empyrean
into an agonizing reminder;
a blinding sight.
the effulgent lodestar
fades into the forenoon
the waterlogged earthy stones
luxuriate upon virescent
café au lait walls grown
from years of waiting
(for what exactly, i have no clue)
a robin with feathers
of dying sunsets
chirruped in choruses
of a waking dawn
drowned by an ocean
of seafoam mist
blackbirds echoed
a mellifluous sonata
as their abyssal eyes
opened lychgates
to knowledge
left by neglected spirits
haunted by morrows
(that never came)
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Poetrya caterpillar encages itself after its mother left it to grow; silver silk in cotton lies; tulips blossom in solace meadows; the tiny creature rests on a leaf; waiting for wings to grow 《 © disorientedsun | 2022 》
