misty mountains cold
we sneak into the concourse of clouds, in skies of blue formed of an ethereal palette. leave dust storms in our wake while we move forward with shadowy hills and wily roads teasing us to our destination. here the wind
blue eyed song
little by little the memories wash away into rainbow puddles and hesitant poems and every verse about us takes its leave. little by little the rain takes august. the blue tinted skylight cracks and the oceans flood in to bury
distant
when this moment broke in two i kept the fragment close, wrapped up inside the colours of october, lest it gets drained of the magic it holds. while the other fragment has with you been flung across distances that can
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and we meet in a garden of words, separated by a palindrome of emotions which will never come to pass. reflected on rainbow puddles and across sing song clouds in dewdrops and pond side dreams, scattered syllables of secret smiles
