Oasis.
Like hyacinth blossoms
amidst frosted air,
your words are
a haven to a
wintered
soul.
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Like hyacinth blossoms
amidst frosted air,
your words are
a haven to a
wintered
soul.
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Like
moistened
rivulets meandering
down painting lines
of accidental
poetry
I am immured by your words.
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Silent
whispers
of a
wistful
heart
beseech
us
not
to
leave,
so
let
us
glide
in
your
sweet
tide
until
the
ebbing
eve…
If I were a rose
painted grey,
would your
love still
be
renewed?
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