A blurring spectacle
Your scorching sight,
Shrouding me in visions
Of piercing delight.
An elusive oasis
Your glittering facade,
Of brimming promises-
A quenching mirage.
Now my tainted heart
Hangs on splintered skies,
Scattered above a wasteland
Of shadows and lies.
Like phosphorescent stars
Invisible by day,
We are half-lights;
Flickering through borrowed rays.
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Autumn Shades
PoesíaAutumn Among the transitional winds Of decline and melancholy, She silently bleeds In exhilarating beauty.
