Love is like a void. It consumes you. Even when love is lost.
And in its wake, upon its wall, love's trace embossed
Ambrosial passion two toned adornment collapsing symbolically from the collective's inebriation.
absorbed irenically into my phrenic current I sprout viridian forget me not's carpeting into the gazebo of your quivering atrium so we may mambo to rhythmic twinkle of saintly stars.
- Authors: JustSADA (Pseudonym), Michael Edwards, Whisperingquill
- Visible: The first line of each stanza
- Finished: June 22nd, 2017 22:30
- Limit: 12 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 100
Comments2
That's one of a kind.. Nice !!!
Well written poem. Nice collab. All of it fell into place very nicely.
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