This poetry collection explores the theme of "Living & Non Living" and delves into the relationship among humans, objects and the forces of nature. 🙍♀️ 📝🌱
I write my poems in ungodly hours, when Midnight spreads her raven's wings. I seek my love at the edge of a dream, and watch her bathe in the tides of Lethe. I look at her face in the Poppy flower juice, and volcanic glass, in her long lashed gaze.
I walk in the orchard when stars are pale, and the anaemic moon sheds her veil. Spectre -white crowns of midnight Poppies, sway to the lullaby of a hypnotic breeze. I breathe in the scent of Lethe's rare biss, Out I blow, my sighs through a pipe.
I await my dame by the banks of Lethe, like a shadow, I follow, dimmed by her light. Adarkling smile, when an Ash stake rips, through her hollow heart, her timeless charm. Like a Poppy flower, the wooden stake reddens, Pulling me back, from Lethe's embrace.
I write my poems, drowning in Lethe, to remember the way to forget her eyes.
Amanda Lopez 🥀-
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