The soft dew of the morning "night" settles on me,
Swaddling me in gentleness like I'm a tender child.
I breathe in, tears still damp on my cheek,
Unshed pain glistening in my eyes,
Shimmering like glimmering bubbles,
A pastel-rainbow sheen caught in the waters,
Flickering fast like the flick of a sparrow's wing
As it flutters away to meet a lover of his.
The shadow's edge softens as the sky lightens in soft hues,
Hopeful enough to greet me before I hide away.
It reminds me that tomorrow has already begun,
And with new light comes new beginnings
Even when the end of everything arrived already,
Bringing the weight of midnight to my doorstep.
I dry my cheeks and clutch onto the faded colors,
Grasping at the sky one last time before I head inside.
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Rose, Prose, Poetry
PoetryExploring topics of love, limerence, grief, and everything in between, this is a collection of 100 poems written over a year. The works both reflect inner emotions and outward connections, attempting to capture the interconnected nature of the worl...
