The touch of blue smoke,
When she speaks of the fog.
Where the islands were full of coconuts
Have now become dried raisins.
Burned by sins,
Her heart gave a prayer
When the soul was on its knees.
The oil for the blessed was cherished,
As the bridge collapsed.
She stared into his soul,
And realized the wasteland was on the other side,
So she gave herself a new color.
Her insides are now royal blue,
Pushing emotions like the waters.
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Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
