Like daisy’s die from rainless skis,
My mind in purify of decay.
My soul is black, like tasteless night.
My heart won’t fray.
Except to see the dreamless dreams.
On shelves of placenta torn walls.
Relinquish that so wished upon.
Before the mighty fall.
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Very poetic words that weave a picture in the mind. Nicely done
Thanks.
To me a sense of a damaged and confused my mind, nicely expressed and written
"rainless skies or sky ! ''
Skies lol
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