– to the person who lives
in reality's mind. —
Stoical, yet shimmering aura spreads.
Melting when your rare upward lip kneads.
Lanky, but you're a beauty of meads.
Seeing your view, my blues transform into vivid reds.
"you're pretty"
YOU ARE READING
Melancholy Sonata
PoetryAs the notes blend through the palettes of air, people perceive how they're good in making broken sonata. Started: 052418 Ended: 052418
