Ice cold winds crashing upon
seas of chrysanthemums
while early dawn evanesces
to frosts's effrontery.
Sparks like stars reflected
in the seas of your eyes
painted drearily along
your placid expression.
But just like the bluebirds, you
will not always come back.
Swallowed deep by sorrow lest
I forgive the sparrow.
Jul 21, 2022
Jul 21, 2022 at 1:34 PM UTC
Ice cold winds crashing upon
seas of chrysanthemums
while early dawn evanesces
to frosts's effrontery.
Sparks like stars reflected
in the seas of your eyes
painted drearily along
your placid expression.
But just like the bluebirds, you
will not always come back.
Swallowed deep by sorrow lest
I forgive the sparrow.
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