Crested ashes in foiled gold
He sits in the throne of never endings
Saying goodbye to leaves in color
Of green, grey and brown in shades
Whereas she looks far and wide
For the man in common riptide
While he stands free and tall
In gold talons of essence
His skin bores rose
His eyes look in deep
His hair in lost winds
Whereas she looks and waits
For the man with common traits
While women in color of deepest reds
Wait for the man sleeping in golden beds
His voice the first of sound
Heavenly stars turn to cast a glance
Whereas the girl in common robes
Looks for the man with two torn lobes.
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
