Deep in the pink,
I want to sink.
Delicate petals of flowers,
Accompany my lonely hours.
Deep in the sea,
I want to flee.
The blue fathomless brine,
My haven my shrine.
Deep in the sky,
I wish to fly.
The luminous stars' light,
Brushes away mundane plight.
Deep in the heart,
There is no art.
Emitting a volcanic fire,
Where grows no rose-briar.
Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 4:17 PM UTC
Deep in the pink,
I want to sink.
Delicate petals of flowers,
Accompany my lonely hours.
Deep in the sea,
I want to flee.
The blue fathomless brine,
My haven my shrine.
Deep in the sky,
I wish to fly.
The luminous stars' light,
Brushes away mundane plight.
Deep in the heart,
There is no art.
Emitting a volcanic fire,
Where grows no rose-briar.
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