There is a slight
remnant of light
peaking through the evading
daytime glow, it casts
a shadow on your iris,
blue & cold.
There is a remnant
of summer
winds in the cool breeze,
swaying us into
some decadent
daydream.
There is a remnant
And shadow of
you in my tree lined
view, floating away,
like
you always do.
So surreal and evading,
Blowing, never remaining,
so surreal and fading,
Like the remnants of
Light, like the remnants
Of our last
Goodbye.
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 4:38 PM UTC
There is a slight
remnant of light
peaking through the evading
daytime glow, it casts
a shadow on your iris,
blue & cold.
There is a remnant
of summer
winds in the cool breeze,
swaying us into
some decadent
daydream.
There is a remnant
And shadow of
you in my tree lined
view, floating away,
like
you always do.
So surreal and evading,
Blowing, never remaining,
so surreal and fading,
Like the remnants of
Light, like the remnants
Of our last
Goodbye.
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