Written: September 30, 2023
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Incipient of dusk, with heavy eyes shutting.
My spirit dies with each day of leisurely cutting.
Folding oneself in a featly state of reminiscence.
I recall when love meant a loss of innocence.
In the depths of time, I recall a letter you wrote.
With words that touched my soul, every note
In ink stained with passion, emotions blaze.
A testament to passion in an ethereal maze
As the curtain opens today and casts
Sets blur in mists of fallen drops, amort contrast,
Vivid hues of happiness are now washed away.
Leaving only shadows of what used to sway.
The inability to forget your final farewell
My heart harbors words: Infinity to dwell.
Categories:
featly, analogy, appreciation, character, farewell,
Form: Sonnet
Mellow rustles speak soft to him
The road seems strange,unwandered..still
Coaxing heart to beat loud and large
Shuddering as she featly walked past
As in his dreams, agile stares could talk
Vocals plunged in that stellar smile
Petals with drops mounted as prayers
Turning mist yet tangled in each jiff
Knows him all, they stay stranger still
Glory of the rise, beauty in the sunset
Lyrics of his breath, tune in her beats
Tangled as melody, this road turns sweet
Categories:
featly, adventure, appreciation, beautiful, cute
Form: Dramatic Verse
These white furniture waiting for homeliness
Carrying a burden of a love
Worn
As worn is now their fabric.
The silk curtains were once the passage
To the light
As featly they were waving
Through the breeze.
Now torn pieces are hanging by the windows
Like roses withered
In the land of solitude.
Traces of steps still on the floor
Leaving a mark of existence.
Time is just a passing
From windy to wooden steps
From the fairytale to the truth.
In this empty apartment dreams are withdrawn
Into the broken walls
Taking breaths from their small chinks.
I am selling this house.
I can't carry anymore this load
So heavy, dripping tears
From the ceiling.
I am getting to the door listening to the
floor creaking.
Once, I'd listen to a melody
We danced together.
We lived together in this place.
It's like a country I can't believe in
Anymore.
I am leaving this house
With a part of my soul.
Categories:
featly,
Form: I do not know?