this soul is dampened dusk and prickling sunlight.
the white stain who loathed that little black which promised to tinge her whole.
that crusted curve of wilted rose petal who did not believe in herself to blossom into a thorn when time would vow her his back.
the smell of sandalwood drenched in riveting rain pouring onto the withered, dead leaves.
the resounding crunch of the purple-hued amber leaves and the silence it resonated in between.
that ever boiling magma and the silent dormant fire-peak.
the unmoving scarred stone, pushed, forgotten and unseen-ed.
that shadow under the brightest sun and that moonbeam unveiled in the darkest night.
the ugly cry and the melodic lullaby.
this soul―created from a thousand unshed storms and a million unseen smiles.
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Poetry❝garland crown perched on her head, golden freckles adorned her olive skin, iron heart beat inside her being, stardust soul, she pampered within.❞ [hr → #23 in shortpoems]
