Just as throwing a coin upon a well
as wishing she could see a reflection of a warm adoration in his liquid eyes.
Just as whispering upon a falling star
as praying she could grasp a beautiful mirage
but every fantasy she make is impassible.
Just as blurry visions as hopeless as she is
while dancing in every drop of a watery gift.
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My Fallen Affection
Poetry#5 Wordsofwisdom #4 Writings As blissful as I should be and living with extravagant dreams, I yearn and howl for a series of sensations, and peregrinates with vivid imaginations.
