"The sun loved me again, when it saw that the stars would not abandon me" Jenim Dibie...
I paint on the blue-black arms of blank skies,
with pirouetting promises in midnight eyes,
no longer impatient for the dawning of hues~
manipulating the ache between ink and muse.
I breathe in silence, wrap my soul in rhyme-less forms,
to taste topaz tears...
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