It was an illusion but now it is not.
Midnight sunsets seem brighter when you glide by.
Otherwise, I fall into dark dimensions hopelessly.
A lullaby to sleep beside for centuries.
Terraces adorned with iridescent afterglows.
Monday, October 19, 2015
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
She vanished...
She vanished into oceans ablaze with gold.
A serene evening in June.
Swans glide through forests.
This sorrow is everywhere.
Beauty bejewelled with rain.
A serene evening in June.
Swans glide through forests.
This sorrow is everywhere.
Beauty bejewelled with rain.
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