Lavender branches, all sweet
Bubbles escaping from a bath,
A millionaire's heartbeat,
Pummels as he laughs
A large and airy mansion,
With the occasional antique
It's by far another dimension;
For the spontaneous, and the fatigued
His heart is full, so full of love
Wine, and memories, and poetry,
He's not afraid of what's above
He knows his love will forever be
Through the people he's met
His children, his creations
His moments, never any regret
For the hitches, the passion
He sighs, lest he forgets
To ever be grateful,
For how profound he's felt.
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PoetryThis collection of poems is for those that stay up at night, mind whirring with thoughts, those that fight to stay at the surface when reality drowns them. Finally, these poems are for me, for when reality drowns me, and I sink to the bottom of the...
