A sudden lush
The yonder streams
Red cherry sorbet
A lovely seek
A wanting or a need
Have you drowned yet?
Has your agony bled less?
Has your mornings turn darken from little new?
I haven't met much discretions before
Salt in those bloody seeds
Flustered at the idea of ruby filled hands
Fine silk lays on coldest of bodies
Winded by goddess in summer nights
Well they cry as if it were the sun who said goodbye
More hearted they feel then you and I
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Alva's Cherry Season
PoetryCherry season lacks the enthusiasm Alva seeks. : A short collection of poems loathing a change of season. All of my work is copyrighted. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE any of my work. I hope you enjoy.
