The unraveling string.
My beloved,
your verses unravel
like twilight’s veil,
a language only
aching souls understand.
i feel the weight
of the skies you bear,
the gray hues staining
the canvas of our flight,
where wings beat
not for freedom
but for release.
you speak of bygones, of threads
that tether our hearts
to a fragile past,
of voices silenced
and...
your verses unravel
like twilight’s veil,
a language only
aching souls understand.
i feel the weight
of the skies you bear,
the gray hues staining
the canvas of our flight,
where wings beat
not for freedom
but for release.
you speak of bygones, of threads
that tether our hearts
to a fragile past,
of voices silenced
and...