Destroying the wings of summer To imporove the veniality of yesterdays
This tragedy brings us closer
Out of death
Water turned to obsidian
Reaper screams
Wishing to take your breath away
Young and rightwing
Straight to venomous rain
The entire time
Chasing my past
Curing the fire
A moment of sightedness
To comprehend our dreams
To liberate everything
The spell of glory denies
Bring the clouds
A siege of demise
Soulless cries
The desire for mourning lies
The demon dies.
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Two Tears
PoetryFor my love, My HOPE The love we have is a definite testament that spanned decades, though we came from afar place, we were always able to find each other, across an ocean of time. I love you eternally.
