Winter is coming.
Silently with chapped lips and
breath in the cool air.
But, I think I'll finish this
half-baked thought later
when winter has come and gone.
thoughts
More by Zorro
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Ghost
Once a sweet violet syrup of passion,
now the bitter acid of indifference.
Once a giddiness like rays of sun on your lips in the spring,
now a cold careless ghost of the past.
I indulged in the newness, -
Floating
My head is in the sky with those puffy white clouds of giddiness and
A foggy understanding of what is to come is all that inhabits my brain.
My skin is warmed by hot star energy and the smile pulling at the corners of my lips -
You
Knowing you was bittersweet
purple wildflowers on my tongue.
Knowing you was bright
sunshine on my face.
Knowing you was fleeting--
the breeze floating through my hair.
Knowing you was chaos--
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