Noir said 9 years, 11 months ago:
**this is a piece I wrote regarding the weather, if it’s not too much I’d like to hear anyone’s thoughts. But, if it’s too much to do that’s fine. Just thank you for reading.
her face, drained of color,
like the hue of milk, releases vibrancy…
Her lips dipped in rose paint,
lays softly against cool glass.
And the rain drones on–pitter patter, pitter patter–
hitting emerable leaves,
and orcher grounds….
she sighs heavily,
her soft chest growing in time
with the soft pattering of rain.
but, the glass full of sepia tears
relays the slides of previous days, and previous hazes.
sapphire, sweet sapphire eyes, kiss my hand
ever softly, like tender morning dew on emerald blades…
shivers reverberate, like soft waves cresting the shore,
and incandescent pearls pierce rose.
the blood flowing gently in tune with sepia tears,
and we laugh.
And, the rain drones on, silently
as I’m left watching from beyond the glass haze.
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