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Click herePooling the surface,
of lost love. Skimming,
my world of chanting echoes.
Reverberating, across the land.
Colossal chaos, consuming within.
The fires bosom, of nothingness.
Windy howls, singeing
the land. Transporting ashes,
crude ... desolate. Tip the ocean
on its side. Fusing the mountains,
rocky imbalance. Shining embers,
soaked. Scaling down the hill
to what was.
Show me. What I want
to see. Fill all the holes,
of loves broken dam. Patching
up this worrisome heart.
Pure mystical band-aide,
seals the ache. Loves waterfall,
spewing forth ...
What is ...
What shall be ...
Paradise
Anon hasn't got a clue as she spews her personal attack.
A tale with dark foreboding;
fear of love fleeting
and Paradise being
... ... lost
You know you write all these pretty words and disgustingly sweet verses but you never actually say anything! Pretending to be a nice person doesn't make you a good poet!