I yearn to forget
these strokes of ancient paintings,
that decorate my soul
with the triumphs of
unidentified feelings.
The carefully carved muse
that once lived in my mind;
now drips in reverie, one by one,
as silence takes over its reign.
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 9:59 AM UTC
I yearn to forget
these strokes of ancient paintings,
that decorate my soul
with the triumphs of
unidentified feelings.
The carefully carved muse
that once lived in my mind;
now drips in reverie, one by one,
as silence takes over its reign.
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