Paint me a picture;
Our souls aligned for just a moment.
The midnight sky, heavy with ***** of fire:
Just as your eyes.
We were the grey,
In a world of black and white.
A picturesque sea;
The history beneath.
Tell me a story:
A flame that burned within.
Two people standing,
One foot apart.
Side by side,
In a world of mystery.
Individuals as we’re standing,
But one in ecstasy.
Put them together,
Place your palm in mine.
Stand with me atop the highest heights.
Beam from within.
We are forever,
In consciousness, in unison.
Though we are apart.
We will meet again in Arcadia.
Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 1:32 PM UTC
Paint me a picture;
Our souls aligned for just a moment.
The midnight sky, heavy with ***** of fire:
Just as your eyes.
We were the grey,
In a world of black and white.
A picturesque sea;
The history beneath.
Tell me a story:
A flame that burned within.
Two people standing,
One foot apart.
Side by side,
In a world of mystery.
Individuals as we’re standing,
But one in ecstasy.
Put them together,
Place your palm in mine.
Stand with me atop the highest heights.
Beam from within.
We are forever,
In consciousness, in unison.
Though we are apart.
We will meet again in Arcadia.
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