Do you ”beleave”?
Leaves leaves mein lack of order,
as their submissive
dance is performed
in public yet private.
Burning, turning my torso
to see where will
be the resting place.
The spot far away from
mom who let them go
unwillingly.
That spot is crucial
for me to find out
and contemplate over.
It can be noone else
than the founder of
life as we know it
who direct me
to take notice
of Mayhem becoming
blessed beleaves
in a autumnheart....
Poetry by Sunlit
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Written on 2020-10-28 at 01:29
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