_Withered and within
a dying breath
and yarns of endless ephemerae,
like thunder, like lightning,
igniting ages of delusion;_
__A fear.__
_Astral and adrift,
I bloom in adventures,
yet amble in ink of hundred hues,
like a bubble, like a feather,
lazing in prismatic pastels;_
__A vagabond.__
_Etched and enshrouded ,
a fiery trail of my footprints
I have yet to reach,
like a fantasy, like a nightmare,
calling, in dusk-soaked whispers;_
__A journey.__
A life ahead.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
_Withered and within
a dying breath
and yarns of endless ephemerae,
like thunder, like lightning,
igniting ages of delusion;_
__A fear.__
_Astral and adrift,
I bloom in adventures,
yet amble in ink of hundred hues,
like a bubble, like a feather,
lazing in prismatic pastels;_
__A vagabond.__
_Etched and enshrouded ,
a fiery trail of my footprints
I have yet to reach,
like a fantasy, like a nightmare,
calling, in dusk-soaked whispers;_
__A journey.__
A life ahead.
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