Shimmering,
The light casts a shape into the darkness
Underneath
The moisture seeps, fluid trickles into every crevice
If the sky's no longer blue
And the grass shall lose its green
My love for you
Forever will be aquamarine
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 8:19 PM UTC
Shimmering,
The light casts a shape into the darkness
Underneath
The moisture seeps, fluid trickles into every crevice
If the sky's no longer blue
And the grass shall lose its green
My love for you
Forever will be aquamarine
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