trystic rendezvous
words whispered beneath willowy fronds, are autumn leaves carressing cheeksthoughts rising from creamy pages of vellum bound tomes over a cuppa
feelings cascading between brushstrokes propped by elemental easel
images flicker on antiquated screens in the midnight hours pilgrimages
meaning; spectral apparitions that intermittently condescend our audience
there doesn't ever seem to be in them enough sense or consolation
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2016-10-23 at 06:40
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