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zandranix Nov 2018
If only
She
Knew her sheen; the luster

If only
She
Knew her cherished soul

Our wretched world therein
She
Existed

A single promise
To protect
Such fragility

Elegance
Where the lilac
Sway lazily

Sharpness
Quick to become ablaze
But swiftly serene

An enigma
Sought out by many
Where the greed consumes

The selfishness
I feel
For her presence

And I thank God
The metaphysical
For this blessing
I will always be there for you.
zandranix Nov 2018
The abyss of darkness pulls
in the supposed home
where it is said to be sheltered.

Is it odd,
that the safest
and the most tranquil,

is a typhoon?
Our daily and stressful shenanigans together are where I find myself calm.

— The End —