there is this rhapsody.
running to you.
Like the times you flee.
with your childish prattles.
to bring your fall;from a place inside.
Clung to my moon.
this minute;
would be a tide.
because honey,
there is a void inside.
Your fall,
had come; this infinite.
now is the season,
for the tides.
to unravel you,
from within.
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The fall.
Poetrythere is this rhapsody. running to you. Like the times you flee. with your childish prattles. to bring your fall;from a place inside. Clung to my moon. this minute; would be a tide. because honey, there is a void inside. Your fall, had com...
