Our love was like the morning mist.
fresh and cool.
Mellowing and entrancing
An overflowing fragrance.
So perfect, so tranquil,
Plunging you,
In ecstasy so deep It seems unending
But then, he rises.
Your sun.
And our blissful epoch fades thus
As though It was never
there to begin with
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 7:12 PM UTC
Our love was like the morning mist.
fresh and cool.
Mellowing and entrancing
An overflowing fragrance.
So perfect, so tranquil,
Plunging you,
In ecstasy so deep It seems unending
But then, he rises.
Your sun.
And our blissful epoch fades thus
As though It was never
there to begin with
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