a majestic superiority of your eyes,
always walking on my disposition
my heart will be blue when it dies—
not minding your astonishing apparition.
letting my dear snowflake on my hands fall,
letting you go at dawn—
seemingly beautiful like a black hole,
a sun that shall bleed at dawn.
a sun that bleeds at dawn
December 16, 2022
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
