gold eyes viii
I see the blue sapphires now,
those two luminous orbs.
There's no wonder they enthralled you;
no wonder you danced towards them, with them, in their
flickering lights.
Is there any gold left in the fire of your eyes?
Will you let it falter and fade,
simply because the thirteenth is missing
its ts?
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Ephemeral Obscurity
Poetry❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in what...
