Ombre sunrise awoke those precious eyelids,
Learning a decent female in a castle, where she lives.
Catastrophes behold, proceeding every corner, every edge.
An oath above the shore, reforming a line of a pledge.
She would wear sunflower shorts with a casual pair,
Down to the east, she would be curious, what could a human bear?
And to the west, she would dream of red-tulip flowers,
Screaming to the coast, overall, she has the strength to empower.
Where had it been, she still wishes through the fantasy magic wells.
Because then, she would and she could write him letters,
Every now and then,
With a beginning and an end,
Perfect enveloped sheets she had sent.
Sometimes she's quite an assembly of lost letters and stars,
It took her long to realize that the boy she once loved has broken her heart,
Most midnights, she would have nightmares but those are beautiful ones,
What is to care? She's just Esther, a relevant decent woman.
November feels warm and bold, writing this one literally made me calm down my anxiety.
