My Juxtapose
I've held you in my heart,
For whatever it is that's cherished,
For a truth immeasurable;
My abyssal downfall.
A life worthwhile to look back.
A woe kept hushed at that.
My full moon and my dawn.
The dew which drawn my full bloom.
Like the sunset or an eclipse,
Too glorious to marvel its existence..
All too soon gone..
My soul's holler and estoric
In one.
🔥
HeraoftheUniverse
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When She Speaks
PoetryHer gift is being a reverberating stereo even when in silence. So much more When She Speaks. "I can only remember it when I have felt it. And only does it remain, if I have written it in the pages of my thinking. I mark my memories in pages of my po...
