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Brown Grass
Tonight golden Chandeliers are gleaming on ground,
The bushes of ache run till the flickering crystal,
Sometimes rust glows that bright too,
Sometimes even after using thousands metaphors the script of silence seems real.
Please don't hit me with stone of reminiscence,
The drowned pain ripple on surface of my ocean,
That barren soul I layered with paper petals,
Don't take those away for this second.
Like a grasshopper, I'm hoping too, to blend myself with this lie,
But the wounded time never let me pass,
Even though the sky has changed but the dews never fell from leaves,
They're still dancing on the top of the brown grass.
______________________________
#katry #theunrequitedlove
© kat
The bushes of ache run till the flickering crystal,
Sometimes rust glows that bright too,
Sometimes even after using thousands metaphors the script of silence seems real.
Please don't hit me with stone of reminiscence,
The drowned pain ripple on surface of my ocean,
That barren soul I layered with paper petals,
Don't take those away for this second.
Like a grasshopper, I'm hoping too, to blend myself with this lie,
But the wounded time never let me pass,
Even though the sky has changed but the dews never fell from leaves,
They're still dancing on the top of the brown grass.
______________________________
#katry #theunrequitedlove
© kat
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