I place my soul before the sun to feel it's warm embrace.
But just as twisted, the glare grew wicked. A blank stare of decay.
An open view of different colours.
The rumbling clouds weep softly.
Life shuts down and bliss fills air, calmness falls before me.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
I place my soul before the sun to feel it's warm embrace.
But just as twisted, the glare grew wicked. A blank stare of decay.
An open view of different colours.
The rumbling clouds weep softly.
Life shuts down and bliss fills air, calmness falls before me.
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