A stolen fragment
Of me turns into
A whisper.
Black, envious, engulfing;
My texture too watery,
So I turn into mist.
Entwined by the moon,
a charming shadow
Soft to the touch.
The sorrow in me
Melts quickly
Into the dark.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
A stolen fragment
Of me turns into
A whisper.
Black, envious, engulfing;
My texture too watery,
So I turn into mist.
Entwined by the moon,
a charming shadow
Soft to the touch.
The sorrow in me
Melts quickly
Into the dark.
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