lightning of blue occurred to me once,
intentionally unaware of masked flowers,
covered with a fragrance — mint of frost.
then, a cherry round inside your eyes,
falling eye of signature smiles,
a façade of tragic living grass,
barn me far from hopelessness.
then, you'll be leaving country,
not a wink of flash you cry,
reminisce me once a little time.
each of each, you are still hidden,
Like a rainbow over sea I say,
and mind not, but I think of hue.
seen me where you are, finds peace,
and to the stillness of your own, you weep.
cry me bye, buy me cry, where you are,
there I.
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Wandering Through Poetry
PoetryPoetry because the essence of our life depends on it. note: these are actually the poems i accumulated for the past 3 years.
