My beloved
My beloved is a wind,
Blows me hither and thither -
Lovely with a heart as ink.
Scary;
He's a white in the sky.
My beloved is an art,
The deceit of a truth within,
That stretches to snatch;-
The sad from mine.
Sunday Alal
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If I could
For moments when you may feel worried, or simply not sure of what the next moment could be, this is a note from me to you :)
Faintly
This is an ode to those moments when you want to say so much but words only linger in the depths of your mind. Likened to a child, it's as though you are learning to form the words to describe your thoughts, but time flies by before you can...then it's next to the subsequent topic, and all those thoughts sit still at the back of your throat.