From a dim lit room,
I see the light outside.
Through a dusty window,
Across a filthy room.
There's a sea of scent,
And a musky haze.
As waves of darkness,
Crash into my thoughts.
Each crack I can find,
Only widens the loss.
But it seems to be fading,
That lovely lovely light.
I see no dusty window,
Just white.
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Author:
Thinker (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 12th, 2021 22:18
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Comments1
wonderfully worded, such a naturally rhythmic flow to your style
thanks for sharing
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