Golden silhouettes walk by,
Death rings a bell,
Another hour has passed by.
All colors are smudged,
And as I close my eyes,
They persist,
You insist on their glory,
You kiss, and then you forget,
An embrace.
Steams fly by us,
Let them go,
Breathing, focus… lies.
I forgot to confess,
Or maybe I wanted to lie,
This time I am not taking the blame!
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Elya Thorn
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