Alina Aveyard
The agony the shadow brings to the room,
Those seafoam eyes shinier than the moon.
The variables a haunting reminiscence
Of three thousand years of omniscience.
The cursed form of blessing
Through a sweet twilight addressing
Makes it's way through the silent graveyard
Towards a stone that reads "Alina Aveyard".
Copyright © Bommi Shivani | Year Posted 2023
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