vacant, candle layered
masion d'écho
lucent chandelier
barely hanging, on the edge to let go
and fall down, hit the land
clinging to the narciuss in hand,
circling and swaying
contesting some age old saying
the dance of clocks will burn these walls
history, beauty and all
rest your wings
before the revolution restarts
and the things
prophesized be demonstrated
flames of woe
trail down
and sow
into the heart of land
moon, inside its undefeated foe
but warmth and destruction
are identical enough
to fool the wise, vary of obstructions
fire is sweet syrup
to the stagnant, patient waiters
hand on hand,
mirrors that stand
and surrond
impossible to deceive and surmount
sway
in the wake
of the night turning into day
bathe, wrap, cherish the flames
in order to slay
the self sufficient
daffodil of dismay
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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...
