It used to be mine..
the tints of own veil
that palpitation was the zealin' rhythm
to an ardour song
Soliloquy of an art,
in golden frames
of limn daydreams
epithet syncin' over wrists
how shootin' stars
mumble wishes bright
and silhouette desiderates
in starry night..
The lonesome heart,
that unsteady flutter
inside those fumblin' ribs
It used to be mine
Reminiscin' Alaska's wolves
how cascade sighs
when lost to sea
how nutella flaked
glazing doughnuts' glee..
Then, you
Always you
Imbued it all,
you did..
stained the hue,
subtle and slow
to your shades..
How ticklin' clocks
and circus swings
to solitary dove
hover up above..
Without an inked sound
what used to be mine,
Traipsed to be yours
how pathways meet
and seldom across
to sunset steal
from autumn frost..
Everything abode, dwindled to be mine
just when those misty eyeballs clasped you in,
to pursue an esoteric flare!
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