Verses in the ash
Oh, the choreography of a crescent,
Where orchids dream amongst the subtle dust,
Weaving visions of vermilion wishes,
Signing scribbles surrounding the stars,
What a mouth-watering ornament,
A flickering flame frosted for eternity
Like the crust around a metaphorical mess
Listen to the velvet croissant curled up in the constellations of a poet’s sky,
Cradling along the corners of our eyes,
The buttery beam of hope is in the clouds,
Gazing with a golden gloss right through a bruised heart,
Might the tales of the torn trust be of any use?
To the pearly silhouette that levitates,
Like a luscious lantern, fully fragrant and flawless,
Guide me, Arc of abundance,
Feed me, in the tenderness of your aroma,
Never let these fingers wonder when to let go,
Make the time go slow,
While the night blooms flow,
Mighty frozen snow,
Merging in a magical merlot mist,
You are the verses in the ash harboring the silence in my tears.
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