"AFTERMATH" |
The
scenery
Was beautiful--
Colourful rain
And violet
stars
Blooming around her.
She
would always
Hear his voice
Talking inside
Her head,
Tasting
her.
The
scenery
Was mesmerizing--
Foamy castles
And golden
shells
Touching her feet.
She
would always
Fall for him
And he would always
Answer
back
Like an echo of an echo.
For
he was the real
For a sham
The sham for a real
And
she was a willow tree,
Rooted forever
In melancholy,
But with her
branches
Kissing the sky.
~A
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