The final letter
my mind does not understand
when you are sending me feelings
through the mill of the mind
no matter how loud that would be,
wouldn't focus the world
twenty four hours of bookmarks
left in the orphanage of my veins
just realise,
blue saw by the God
gives birth to the utopian therapy
whole world
waits for incoming sender
feel the green full of algae
with each step
makes way to the sea of dreams.
Your formidable intention
cure my eyes
excites with Saturday night lyrics
those revelations
embalms your body as a bouquet of basil
blue and green leaves my soul
barely discover the blind lines
an imaginary window
alter out the silver of the deer fur
through the gloomy thicket of winter
after all time
won't be another chance for:
I LOVE YOU.
Copyright © Elena Mihalachi | Year Posted 2023
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