the evening clouds, in a beautiful procession
orchestrating your love for me
warm summer air, envelops my heart
elated, hypnotic was the
to lose oneself is so easy
a state of trance
the dark night, lit by a blue moon
its a fright, alone
the air is silent, storm approaches maybe?
static, paranoia becomes the atmosphere
to find oneself is so hard
a state of being lost.
1 comment:
Nice. Took a long time for that!! thought you'd produce nobel prize material. Keep writing.
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