• childauthor_345 60w

    �� Good night...

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    Exhaling the gloom , inhaling the glee
    Leaving dark chains restoring grated tree
    Miles away from the melancholic house
    Touching sonnets bloom out in tuning three
    Chorus of the beats , will sing in traces of sublime
    Imageries of the hearts , pour back as slime
    When spring bloom again weaving you in my rhyme

    Immersed emotions in lake weigh the drop
    Immature verse harvest again in drought crop
    Glamour of vast shine scatter you without stop
    Regaining out of track pieces , subtle stanza pierce top
    Even when my song fail , broken lyrics recognise in time
    Imageries of the hearts , pour back as slime
    When spring bloom again weaving you in my rhyme

    When sobbing soil weep , imagery pour the petrichor
    Imperfect phrases will embellish singing down to floor
    Just point the voilet rays , poetry will claim the rainbow on door
    Blend forms overtake again the hues , quilting out erato(s) much more
    Metaphor of dying syllables , portray you as the last crime
    Imageries of the hearts , pour back as slime
    When spring bloom again weaving you in my rhyme

    Achieving you as my treasure , I'll exclaim
    Dressing refills of my pen , I'll gaze and mime
    Finishing my last ink , soaked song will clime
    I'll incarnate me later after your letters and matching them with my ripe rhyme