You are morning as
I am night.
You gorgeously draft my days
of a definite end.
And I, yours, end for
a definite beginning.
And I cherish you, for as we are
the treasurers of all good things.
⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎
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YOU ARE READING
{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )
Poetryshe had hoped to know who she was when blowing out her seventeen candles Ⓒ 2017, shoobari. All Rights Reserved sigh, ok : #26 [ 06 | 29 | 17 ]
