it's when you looked away and finally took leave of me...
that is is how tomorrow came to me...
breathe out - expire
my aspiration knows no expiration.
With each sunset
there be - sunrise awaits
and therein lies my expiation.
And here, a dowry, stay
a muse forlorn, receive
what could, no longer can.
Here in a downy refuge lay,
this germinant resolve:
what I was I no longer am.
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°
btw, welcome 2019
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2019-02-22 at 02:40
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that is is how tomorrow came to me...
looking ahead
Breathe in - aspirebreathe out - expire
my aspiration knows no expiration.
With each sunset
there be - sunrise awaits
and therein lies my expiation.
And here, a dowry, stay
a muse forlorn, receive
what could, no longer can.
Here in a downy refuge lay,
this germinant resolve:
what I was I no longer am.
●○
°
btw, welcome 2019
Poetry by arquious
Read 694 times
Written on 2019-02-22 at 02:40
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