Love never came to me that night,
As I sat there, starring at the statue of Eros,
Waiting for a spark.
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I’m crippled by the stars that glisten outside the night sky.
-Beautiful.
Burning me with their silver essence.
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Everything was soft that day...
Like the color of grace or
The scent of mercy.
The air, the sun, and the wind were all soft.
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I hear my thoughts scurry fast across the horizon...
I see how the sun rises but I can not retrace my mind.
For now, it seems that I have no words (not righteously, at least) .
Not even the least.
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Tranquil nights find closure beneath chaotic stars,
And forever finds a way to seep into our dreams.
Today I say:
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Mercy falls like morning dew on newborn rose buds,
Not really falling at all…
Just forming.
Appearing as liquid dust,
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The sun rises bright
And the air growls an icy breeze,
It’s just the way March does its talking…
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Days seem to come and go, fading into my skin…
Disappearing, yet never really leaving.
Time lingers here, weighing down on my breaths.
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For as long as centuries can measure in my lungs,
I have breathed in the ages of this place…
Every single season that has passed, every cloud that has breezed by, every star that has shone out,
I’ve held it all in.
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Five or six life-times ago, my name was cursed to infamy.
You see, Morning had come when I had not yet finished stitching my dreams into the night.
And so, I have slept in a cold daze ever since.
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