(Please Read)
Your countless words covered in celestial spectacle whispers in the sound of silence as it gives me a butterfly effect in my melancholic dreams.
Pages of your sleeveless and carved wings has completed my petals, for it acts like a bandaid for my wounds.
Hues of your halo added colors to my ashed and colorless pictures of my Parallels and broken timelines, for those words give the seasons of change to my memories.
Your quill dipped in honey and gold, for it speaks the uniqueness in your works.
Windows in your eyes, for you see everyone's past of their memories.
Your forgiveness acts like a dove healing the dark side of my moon. Fixed with desires of your thoughts and moonlight from your thunders.
Forbidden ashed books with carved words from your quill felt like drinking coffee in a rainy day.
Sun rays from your stars inside your eyes made my decaying lilies and dandelions bloom.
Hope you find your happy destination soon.
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Warm hugs,
-Sarah.
©sarah_
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