Scented by amorous
reflections of the past
I do not dare
to go closer
Often i repent
about keeping it still
A bearer of dreary hues
that imprisons the now
and drains its mirth
The sojourn of that drape
is coming to an end.....
There will be a time
that we'll stand above and laugh
for the molten strands of the past
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC
Scented by amorous
reflections of the past
I do not dare
to go closer
Often i repent
about keeping it still
A bearer of dreary hues
that imprisons the now
and drains its mirth
The sojourn of that drape
is coming to an end.....
There will be a time
that we'll stand above and laugh
for the molten strands of the past
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