Ever walk down in mind's caged door?
memories float with mist and dew, crash and collide,
And taste: red lips rippled in the churned ice, fruitage of velvet sears
through the soundless muffled scream.
It hurts when the night ends with parallel grey world,
with overaw'd gaiety, you're chucking down shuffled blaze & frost.
Joy of grief, relief of coys.
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It's devastating to strife & think, whereas the cloudscape
were supposed to float along, yet the outstretched hands
couldn't find streak in between, golden lyres
swiftly glide, even poet's eyes failed in silver slides—
You live a dream within another dream,
Grief pours in a bright jar, you walk in the end so far
brewing lustre, falling stars: dimly seen.
— 2nd July, 2023
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