RED is the white rose painted with blood
That rushes to my cheeks as I am deeply in love.
The impassions adorned in this fire,
Redolent smoke piling up my desires.
ORANGE is the sunset looming our garden
Sprinkling the magic of worlds so foreign.
It's your arms as my sweaters in October autumns,
The passage of our time as we tend our Chrysanthemums.
YELLOW is the bright-eyed babes underneath the glow
Of the sun and the promises and soothes of Yarrows.
It's the delicacies brought forth by your laughter,
Your dimpled cheeks that my camera captured.
GREEN are the fawns in awe of the kales produced
Spending our days creating this natural view.
Gaia and her ivy haired dryads sing
Of the fresh and bountiful blessings we bring.
BLUE is the ocean floor descending to depths as your kiss
Residing on an island, distant from disturbances to our trysts.
Rock our bodies with the flow, breathe the introspective air,
With crystal clear ambience, lulling our despairs.
Oh how sweet, to live our peak in INDIGO
Leave a trail for our shrine and mosaic windows
Have our fingers interlocking under VIOLET skies
Somewhere over the rainbow, the lovers' flash all its iridescent light.
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Graveyard of Reveries
Puisi"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
