purple
stir.....
fallen,
arms
so flapping
begins.....
A pan-cake
morning,
no broken
of glasses
just buttery
and
delights...
fear....
begins
where
and much
before
the ghosts
disappeared
I chalk out
the fades,
of an
entrance
to Hades...
It appears,
where
the left eye
is purple
and swollen......
A glorious day,
of buttery and kisses
a rare sweet moment
that I refuse to descent.....
Water will defuse the flame...
I understand the blame
Continuous shame
No hiding under tables,
fast forward to this tavern
It rains in havens
and on sundays
Angels dripping wet,
in best dresses
free flowing
sharp sky glowing
a rainy heavenly
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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