Your name roams around in burnt dahlilas and rotten cottages of nocturnal lullabies you sang to me in form of silence where i recieved your messages from the big bang where it hollowed the definition of the strawberry moon's shadow into a series of waterfalls i dip my wishes into an atmosphere of calm, ruby dreams. Gold was the color of sombre skies where ombre quartz floors was like grass and every thunder is an afterglow rain in a time when invisible signs are used to soothe the pain, the sound of a full faint fades away into a song of every movement you took, for i am no fish on your hook, nor a flock of sheep in your sheperd hands, i am simply a catterpillar trying to bloom into a butterfly by recieving your daily rays of sunshine.
©sarah_
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