Fireflies. Agonite skies. A dream called song keeps you humming back to time.
A frozen time.
A touch of light, Fireflies.
Give away a rain of lights.
Lotus ponds and storm struck tress
Gives me a scenery reminder
Take back yourself as wind takes you up and below, a beautiful city and it's lights.
This strange evening is built up like illusion stitched in a sweater pattern tricks of my mother's very own created sheets.
But we can't sew the magic light
Only feel it's getting close, like forms of sun colored beads, floating
and hiding.
- 29 july 17
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Jumping Into Constellation
Poetry[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
