𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝖉'𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖊 || 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

》l' irisation

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From the time we met,
On the sound of your clarinet,
I can't stop thinking about how surreal you look,
On your silhouette. 

Glad, I brought my viola with me.
I accompanied you're clarinet and we did a duet.
We made our own harmony,
It was grandiose as I expected.

You escorted me, to your secret reverie.
As we composed our melody,
You showed me your true identity.
It was complicated as I expected.

You guided me inside your Garden Of Life.
There, I saw your ruby roses alive.
There were tons of it when I arrived,
Then I came back, its five.

Where did they go?
Instead of doves, There were crows.
I noticed your ruby roses,
Turned into raven dozens. 

Its Monday, you were fine.
Its Tuesday, I know you're not going to be mine.
Its Wednesday, I made you my favorite latté. 
Its Thursday, you're lips were turning gray.
Its Friday, The day you descend on my sight. 

That was unexpected.
That week, I will never forget. 
Everyday passed by and your roses also expired.
They turned dark as my attire. 

From that day, I decided to take care of your Garden.
My beloved, I promise,
I will cherish every bit of you,
Even its a different view.

I closed my eyes as I recalled our memories.
I slowly lifted the cup on the desk,
And savored our memories.
Today, I made myself latté.

I walked outside to get some fresh air.
I passed by your Garden, My eye brows knitted.
Then I walked back.
I saw a glimpse of your ruby roses,
Iridescent into dark mosses.

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