Balconies are begrudging bearers of idyllic sunsets
Should they rest as nothing more they wanted
Would you sit there and wilt into the sullen, saddened laughter
Of another lonesome worrier wondering through their mind
Forgotten are the passer-byers in the wake of changing times
I've forgotten not the cool chirping air deafening my sense
No more are for the cradle's tulle warping around me
With gentle precision hanging amid a hammocked cornucopia
Graceful shining shifts from sudden places
High and crowded seen by eyes hidden in laces
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC
Balconies are begrudging bearers of idyllic sunsets
Should they rest as nothing more they wanted
Would you sit there and wilt into the sullen, saddened laughter
Of another lonesome worrier wondering through their mind
Forgotten are the passer-byers in the wake of changing times
I've forgotten not the cool chirping air deafening my sense
No more are for the cradle's tulle warping around me
With gentle precision hanging amid a hammocked cornucopia
Graceful shining shifts from sudden places
High and crowded seen by eyes hidden in laces
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