An opened casement, a benign zephyr flurries our lips
The usual bustling of people, the astilbe under the illuminations
Surrounded by the sound of the chimes, slopping through begonias
Under the same turquoise fireworks
Reflected in these open sights
Rather conceding the truths,Incertitudes thumping in our chestsIt won't spell by themselves
The condition that defines love
Unlike the algebra that defines one
The finite graph that illustrates the traverse
My benevolence is inundated in the abiding of this misty season.
It is the beginning of autumn,
My heart pounds me so hard at our innocent conversation.
The silhouette of anxiety that is missing,
What is this feeling?
What am I counting?
No matter how many years have elapsed, I can't conjure those,
Those unfathomable tendernesses while standing beside
The prime of five,
Is resulting in intrigue.
The exclamatory sentence,
Is causing an issue.
It's not fair, I don't understand
I did plan the plan on the whiteboard
Love giving me the dream first?
Dream giving me the love first?
Show me your creed
Let's figure out our bond
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Wishing Eraser
PoetryThis book supposed to be a poem book and I still expect this to! I use old vocabularies as well as French and German words! This book contains various issues and themes! Please give me some critique! Since I'm not a native, a word from strangers may...
