My bleeding aura
You are the soft skin , silently mirroring the sun and moon,
Weaving layers of lyrics piled on pages of perfection,
While the sky speaks on a tone of thunders,
The moon too will sing hyacinth stars to your midnight metaphors,
For your ink bleeds the aura of the purest love.
Copyright © Lioness Onpaper | Year Posted 2025
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