Away from the noise,
Hidden with great poise,
Black silk and severed strings,
We both know these things.
You're not what I desire,
I see a twisted spire
Of stone and of metal,
It is covered in petals,
From the vines twisted round,
You seen to only have found
A key that fits my heart,
But we'll never be apart.
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Alatus
PoetryDo you know what 'Alatus' means? Winged. Wings to fly away from reality, wings to sweep stars into my life, wings to hold my dear ones close. My poems make me winged. Every word, every line. They're packed with my imagination. And now, I'd like to p...
