Perharps those hazel eyes will never see colors again,
But they'll reveal the whole palette of autumn,
Will show the delicate dance of leaves in the gentle rain .
From the deepest forest glen to my grey kingdom.
Just a kiss of sun,and they will guide you to the haunted libraries,
Where you will hear the whispers of long forgotten poets.
Where the candlelight in the darkness will awaken ancient stories,
Where every drop of ink whispers secrets....
© 2025 Diana
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Diana (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A beautiful passage that paints images that are music to the eye. Loved it
🥰🥰🥰Than you so much.
You are most welcome
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