Desperate views on a sky that's been divided.
I grasp at what speaks and then shut it in silence.
Granted there's violence,
Cherry blossom petals conceal both these eye with,
paths layed in brittle and colours spoke as soft lips.
If both two storms ever did cross paths.
A war on I and Hues I do have.
A mend between the lost of both my better halves.
Tyrant or blossom or waisted in the sands.
When both eyes meet a clarity in calm.
Hope for a vision in the daily trickled squall.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 11:30 AM UTC
Desperate views on a sky that's been divided.
I grasp at what speaks and then shut it in silence.
Granted there's violence,
Cherry blossom petals conceal both these eye with,
paths layed in brittle and colours spoke as soft lips.
If both two storms ever did cross paths.
A war on I and Hues I do have.
A mend between the lost of both my better halves.
Tyrant or blossom or waisted in the sands.
When both eyes meet a clarity in calm.
Hope for a vision in the daily trickled squall.
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