• vatsal_ 47w

    Fall drops off the leaves
    Into the mirror to the sea
    Ride the dragon of cloud
    To a lake of blood and crows
    Snowball turns into the moon
    And light flashes and bounces
    Happily soothing tune
    Purple flowers and yellow soil
    Like a reflection of soul
    Knives get blunt
    And spears break
    Time decays us
    When the shadows are there
    Coming, into dreams and lives
    The painting fades
    Into a sight
    Loveliest love of my hate
    all that stands
    Between me and
    The gate.