Lost along a founded past,
The here and now is pure of cast.
Resftull in a flamed of fire.
Nocturnal in a pure desire.
Ease your beauty, gentle one,
As shooting stars fall from the sun.
And nor repeat the fragile way.
As lovers fray.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: August 22nd, 2026 00:53
- Category: Unclassified
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