questions

TS

question

what I see

throughout

was it history

a serenading sunset

breathing life

the waning days of me

 

freely

where winds whisper

lacunae

latched to the longing

for the end(ings)

flipping parchment

past the bends

forked

in the streams

 

(un)consciousness

un-fully awake

what may or may not

take

 

her blush

her brush

 

each wish I make

I question

no mistake(n)

her (re)marks

 

moments held in secret

a portrait on an empty wall

shadows risk it all

illusions never fade

nor fake

  • Author: TS (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 6th, 2021 12:40
  • Category: Unclassified
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