i love that fire
which burns in accordance
to their own dreams
the passion they bestow
through depth and by
their chaos:
forever instilled
so beautifully.
through the pages and paintings
and chapters so long
as i embrace the
colors-
i am an unleashed moth
yearning for the next
moment they conjure another
perfect musing.
i am indeed in love
with poets.
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1 comment:
i love that fire
which burns in accordance
to their own dreams...
beautifully said!
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