Is It Poetry
As Pure And Fire - Poem by Is It Poetry
Our mortal flame in it draped as we are.
standing as we stand apart that way
twilight revolves around you speechless
i am left by you
never alone looking up at you, their i am.
Dead of death and breath leaving me quite
not while you and yet
as pure as the air of each brown ruined day.
Your dark orioles openly and i close the garment.
The shadow as roots dance in the night
spring suddenly from your soul,
that which hides, come out only after you have, again.
Richness so sad and life that its flows as, looking
back beings like they once we were and it is they
now and full of sadness, they will learn to become.
and filling the world with more of the same.
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