[a poetry collection]
a dance to the fleeting emotions,
notes to the music of life,
a story of everything felt and told
yet still,
so many stories;
so very untold.
Of nights spent in solace
of people so much more.
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On a canvas of thorns; Smeared with a pallete of my life, I drew you, a little child, hithering in the garden. Crowned of unkempt hair; chased by life. .
Smitten with frostbite, Not of snow; but of this endless enigma that brought us so close; were they your words on paper? Today,my throat revolts in pain. .
Why shall you write a farewell, in words so few; When the letters of love; bore words uncountable, like grains of sand. .
Has it all slipped through my fingers? I pick up those leaves golden; beauty, devoid of life Strewn on my path to home.
LOKI
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