Implied from the way you play on cues
Agitation melted through your exquisite muse
Seek for the bias of obsolescence
Here I am, your past luminescence
The palate of my soul was longed for your latitude
Stardust sent as the boisterous glimmers above the black wings of my altitude
Admiration reverberates through our rhymes
Stolen implicitly from the vibration of our lines
Flowered hill
Meadow of our thrill
Butterflies were we
Together collaborated in a whisper of glee
I live as a chanter of black rose
And you are a shadow of living prose
We are like we no more
As we are stalled and closed our linking door
We are questioned by our lost
We are disguised in a crescent light accost
Encrypted through the echoes of longing
We are the omen of the beginning
- Y. W -
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