The soil in the garden,
Pink-colored plastic flamingos
Rusty, and damp backyard
We've planted orchids, remember?
Everything is a palace
Every palace endures solitude
But I am no palace
An apparition,
The maiden I see at night
The roofs are crying
Your memories are still here,
And your clothes, always dusted off your favorite
Your lavander dress, paired with your yellows
Dancing in the meadow
I never liked dancing alone
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 10:22 AM UTC
The soil in the garden,
Pink-colored plastic flamingos
Rusty, and damp backyard
We've planted orchids, remember?
Everything is a palace
Every palace endures solitude
But I am no palace
An apparition,
The maiden I see at night
The roofs are crying
Your memories are still here,
And your clothes, always dusted off your favorite
Your lavander dress, paired with your yellows
Dancing in the meadow
I never liked dancing alone
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