4:34 pm, Sunday, 21st May
surrounded by moonlight,
memories float around my head
like a soft halo
stringing a serenity through
branches of rose bushes and
marigolds.
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dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
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4:34 pm, Sunday, 21st May
surrounded by moonlight,
memories float around my head
like a soft halo
stringing a serenity through
branches of rose bushes and
marigolds.
