These frail hands traced
His dim, fading smile
While my hazy silhouette craved
For his muted sighs.
His stale words trapped
Within the echoes of his thoughts
Like stars flickering
Among blood diamonds;
Streaks of light burning
Behind my tainted veil,
And the smoke slowly dissipating
Inside a blackhole of invisible trails.
Of specks, and stardust
I am, or was I?
For I, I still keep wishing,
Into his fallen eyes.
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Autumn Shades
PoesíaAutumn Among the transitional winds Of decline and melancholy, She silently bleeds In exhilarating beauty.
