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The Christmas Eve was the same.
Dim house and my bookshelf.
Drifted off to the memories,
When Christmas was red, golden and green.
A cup of hot chocolate and a book,
Sitting near the window sill.
A sense of euphoria passed through me
Thinking about the memories in mist.
The tears found their own way down.
And then I knew, I was sinking in blue!
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~ Eliza
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Okay. So how's it going?
The book won't be much long. I don't want to bore you. But please tell me your suggestions because it really really means a lot. Please don't hesitate to press that little orange star there. ;)
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Blue Shaded Wings
Poetry#1 - Solitary | 07.04.2020 Blue is the colour of my wings, broken at edges and tied with strings. Azul and Hazel, separated by fate. But the universe holds them. They can't be together. But they create magnificent story with their shades of blue! **...
