The smell of lavender meets my nose with great delight
With the silver moon casting its glow in the essence of the night
A breath I breathe as a necklace of penticals twirls through my fingers
And what's left is a warm energy that remains and lingers
A warmness that springs from the earth
Lilacs to be viewed in the distance
That will help heal my feelings of self worth
The grace of no omniscence
into a releasing abyss
A sweet glass of absinthe to meet the calmnes of my lips
To relax in a bath of sage and silver memories and trips
For regrets to shimmy into a releasing abyss
Tranquility can now be my eternal bliss.
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12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
ПоезіяDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
