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She arrived in a rain of feather
they were like salt against the sky
or someone who spilled acrylics on a dark cloth
you were one of the calmest incidents.
Or perhaps it was the ether bled stardusts
but she wasn't a mythical fairy or anything
she was an angel,
she was heavenly.
G r a y c l a r i o n m o r n i n g
my lungs filled with cold air
i peer at the clear sky
where clouds couldn't hide you.
Where do you breathe life into?
to be that breathtaking
inhaling, exhaling mist
why you must be so reticent.
l i g h t g e n t l e b r e e z e p a s s b y
must you be compared to a flower?
no, you could amble in a garden f o r e v e r
but winter and flowers couldn't intertwine, blooms lived.
And you and i couldn't be under the same heavens
that's how fate decided.
That's how dirty corpses who were once
lovely blossoms submit to their fate
so you hug them with your pure white snow
to appease them for their mortality in this dead dusty landscape.
For how powerless they are, even with thorns
they could n e v e r touch the sky, fly off into the wild blue yonder.
but you, will r e a c h
because you have f o r e v e r
while i have n e v e r
That's why we could never forever loved
because never and forever simply can't intertwine.
