The clock echoes through the room
It's cold and fainted all around,
The dreams we had rest in the garden of death,
And hopes turned into ashes across the sky.
My hand waits still for an aeonian touch,
Ain't nothing but a lost thought in Mind's ocean,
The distance weights so much
Just as a galaxy pressing into an infant's smallest finger.
Petals of orchids on your back
And glitter on my young cheeks
Wash out with every minute,
Succumbing in the dark.
It's freezing here without you
Yet silent I remain,
Words dissolved between us
are no more.
This absence flows into my eyes,
Just as in autumn dry leafs are naturally leaving,
To safely fall asleep on the reddish ground,
I fade, I cry and lighten up!
I leave it all behind.
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn, beautiful, emotions, life, nature, romantic
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