The more I very know,
the less I meant to say;
It's like a million years before,
ancient is your warm embrace.
The smell of the country soul,
sharpness of your two-edged lips–
void is the body and it misses him,
rinse itself into the great unknown.
Never knew I needed thee,
that very moment – one bended knee.
Never blued what's golden dear,
since that moment – I chooses him.
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blue valentine
PoetryThis is for the love I have found in between clouds of smoke, behind bathroom doors, and every waking at midnight hour - blue valentine. (2023)
