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Thy young maiden,
Peck her Lily flower a shake.
A brittle sound of break,
Sobbing till tears make.
Bare feet on wet grass.
Alas, her life, soon ‘twill pass.
Copyright © The Painter | Year Posted 2023
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So close your breath tingles my skin.
A transient kiss, placed on illusive lips.
I so wish, this moment would eternally exist.
Unfortunate souls bounded by love.
Two cold hands, in one glove.
Yet so far it's all a blur, this confusion I must concur.
This moment won't go in vain.
because i know, it will be a while till i dream of you again.
Copyright © The Painter | Year Posted 2022
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A forever lasting lullaby,
Sung by weeping angels.
I must atone my sins,
Alone.
Copyright © The Painter | Year Posted 2023
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