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Anna Ivanova May 2015
Just like that, she shed her last dimond.
She didn't want no riches,
Nor did she want anything else bar one thing...

That one thing that she so dearly desired, craved with every heartbeat.

It was something so small, yet, so magnificent.
Its worth was far beyond any riches one could comprehend nor imagine.

It was wild,
Exuburating,
Wild like hell flames and pure like the innocence of a child.
Anna Ivanova Jul 2015
Leaves,
Flying flawlessly mid air.
As I would dance,  in your orange shadows of lost green.

Receiving nothing, but, breezy kisses of gusty fall.

We sway and twirl painting skies

Oozing shadows, now becoming decor of anew.

Floors being swept with flesh of summers past.

All dancing and tumbling in an ocean of skies.

Drowning paths with forgotten lush and past.
Anna Ivanova May 2015
Speak to me gently,
Free my tainted ashen soul,

Whisper words of encouragement,
Relsease me from this darken hole.

Usher in a language of unknown,
Break this spell of the rotten world.

Love me like no other,
Cherish me like the forgotten.
Anna Ivanova May 2015
All that time has passed...
She still longed for the placebo effect
That lingering scent of vanilla that skies brought
Yet, instead taste of desolation settle upon her lips.
Monuments, oh them expendable monuments just stood
They belonged there.

It was inevitable.
November was fast approaching, just like last time...

It was time.
Time to repent for ones foolishness & youth.

— The End —