Raining Ruins
I sank like a fatigued sunset in a storm,
leaving a vase of grieving roses~
filled with thistles and weathered verses,
while I await moonlight to kiss my weeping pillow…
But can the sky erase the synonyms of grief,
when raining ruins is all this heart weaves?
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2024
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