Sitting.
As still as twilight
Your smile a silhouette in the moonlight but overshadows everything else.
Still small voice; erupts with such resonance that it reverberates through me.
Your touch leaves burning imprints to my soul. Your smile innocent and carefree but has a quality that leaves one bewildered of the hint of mischief it represents.
Trees wearing autumn leaves to signal it's death parade. It's a transformation; my bad addiction wilting like leaves at the start of winter, healing until spring so I can start anew.
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Author:
kai-leah (
Offline) - Published: September 3rd, 2023 00:48
- Comment from author about the poem: Marks the beginning.
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Comments1
Welcome kai
Great debut
Look forward to reading more from you
Thanks peto
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