We shared a silent desire.
We breathed on the lips of eternity.
Her mates; we became dust and fading concepts, we matured.
Many rumors shined about her strange lovers and how she sank them one after the other.
The dark lake witnessed her endless appetite.
Red flowers spread on the surface, praising all the lost souls beneath.
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Petals (#Wattys2016)
PoetryA bundle of poetry. A pigment of our inner self. The process of our daily life.
