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Jan 2021
the midnight wind howls

a petal is plucked
from the lotus' heart

it drifts away

the reflection of the moon
on the frozen pondβ€”

the lotus beneath the ice

it's stonecold lonely
when you're only a touch away
but we're forever apart

when there's no ripple anymore
but blossoming thorns of ice;

as the midnight wind lulls

the last shred of hope fluttered
from the frozen, sullen heart

it withers away

across the sky-deep, empty hollow
to the infinite darkness beneath


& snow-white
I hope I have sufficiently portrayed the imagery I wanted to express here.
Written by
πš“πšŠπš—πš›πš’  seaside of wildflowers
(seaside of wildflowers)   
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