We rejoice in the moonlight
of a thousand flaming suns.
You're My halo.
My lune.
My love.
Almond evenings embody our spirit,
capturing our minds and thoughts
as they fall from a reverse like dissipating
champagne bubbles.
These evenings baptise my soul;
slowly but surely.
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Rêveries ✓
Poetrylove poems to strangers i'll never meet; an ode to heartbreak and the bleak divine-ness of it all. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2020 by Kate H.
