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When soul mirrors mourning moonrise,
rose silk ink bleeds fluent fine art,
while the goddess of thunder sighs.
Forsaken flowers face grey skies,
to illuminate kohl glass heart,
when soul mirrors mourning moonrise.
Shadows swirl amidst cosmic ties,
searching for stars from miles apart,
while the goddess of thunder sighs.
Dreams glow like neon gold fireflies,
yearning for songs that never depart,
when soul mirrors mourning moonrise.
Some rhymes are stained in scarlet dyes,
to thaw the pain on a night's dart,
while the goddess of thunder sighs.
I paint sunsets with cold desires,
find crystal clear cues to restart,
when soul mirrors mourning moonrise,
while the goddess of thunder sighs.
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2023
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