Dwell

Those dulcet shadows

chased my figure,

dancing. a motif,

that refrained

to end of those pages,

a requiem of endless sobriety

to those euphoric seconds

lost to me.  

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Comments

Hannnah

Tue 10th Mar 2020 21:50

Thank you Po!

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poemagraphic

Tue 10th Mar 2020 21:29

Hannnah this is very esoteric. I adored reading this.
Po

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