(2 days ago, my childhood friend celebrated
her birthday and i made this composition for her. I hope you guys like it)
Dorothy, I still remember the days when we were both making grafittis with our doe-eyed shadows, thinking the darkness will stay hollowed upon us and we would ignore the kissed summer rain shining above the tree shade prism of thoughts flooding the bonsai tree of my mind, fainted, yet aware, to which your ashed footsteps bleeds in silence, making art out of plumes of moon dust and i would usher it to solitude, making a mirage in poetries of euphoria. Hibernal joy lives upon you, and your drawn scar, to which i see the world corroding in eternity's divine language, praising the rhapsodies of your smile. On this day, chapter runs twenty-one, to which the clock's hands it gives returns into fertile reminiscence of aubades, to which it plants flower corpses before a new day of mundane blessings, to which the nighting tale whispers the song of spiritual messages, where sacred prayers turn to a time of change, and i shall sing hush, whilst, you enjoy a thunder of my words.
©sarah_
J