Semblance of the soul
1 April 2016
Silly girl
I followed your steps
Winding down
Dead orchard
The wells were brimming with noise
Of the green apples
They mature
Skins a green-blue hue
I had lost
Every clue
My foreplay a silent pawn
In the game of thrones
Day will dawn
Upon the questions
Of the night
They spin dark
Answers in tale of two minds
That carelessness grinds
Apple pie
Bittersweet raw taste
Sugar waste
I serve it
To the awnings of needy
I shun hands greedy
Bright red lips
They soaked in apple
Of my eye
Remembrance
Fluttering eyelid pictures
Flight of the vultures
Silly boy
He soars me to skies
His arms weak
Feathers torn
His mind with lies more than worn
Semblance of the soul
Reading of the poem:
Dope Noir – Waldeck
No One Here – Waldeck
Fallen Angel – Waldeck
That’s really great. Love the way you write. Wishing you a blissful weekend.
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Thank you Andy and a bliss filled weekend to you too 🙂
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Love how you described the relationship here.
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Thank you Marissa. What to do? My twinflame is a silly boy ah ah ah 😀
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Amazing poetry!
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Thank you 🙂
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