The quite
Beckons a peaceful bliss
As he sits upon his perch in rumination
His mind can’t fathom
What his heart already knows
So he sits and waits patiently
Drunken off tears of libation
Staring into the distance
Hoping that one day perhaps
His love resurfaces
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Fallen Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry, prose, brevity, musings, writings and chaotic scribbling from dachaoticmind.
