❦→[sundance]
when the rusted pipes heat up,
and the grapes squeeze to somebody's tonic wine
time depends on a short shot of luck,
as the cruel winds rise
flaming and fuming dragons wake in the day,
ascending from their giants dens - probably shaped like your eyes
while they prepare spells to make the heatwave swirl and stay,
moonlight drowns into the wizard's age old lie
too young to be incarcerated,
too wise to move a bone
sordid, sorrow and sanity debated
is it better to gather the band or fight alone?
a sight
right to the blossomed flower
takes every mind to the light's christening shower,
because visionary is the vinyl of some record termed indie and retro,
play it while they create another false supreme for us to pray to
solar winds are the nemesis,
for offsprings of the moon
you can't throw in a pessimist
feeding the appetite of the fumes at noon
split meteorites and stars don't even move,
so never interrogate them during the middle of june
pieces of the moon
can't sundance
even if to save the fire from burning the room
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| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
