don't think i could put my tongue on it
not even in the taste of a new year
still new to me, still in the fresh petals
freshly unfolded, but displaced and the sun
is golder the older it gets, glistening
through the leaves that listen for a song
that they'll only hear when they come to fall.
sweet summertime will taste of salt
sea froth and look like blossoming coasts
above blue water, washing green on marble
youth eternal in spirit; could lose track of time
could cross paths from time to time, smile
forever while, like psychotropic island
where the birds are blue and i'm thinking of you --
just like a dream in the golden gleam.
(25th January 2015)
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reflections in watered-down glass
Poetry"I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken." -- Lana Del Rey, Ride (...
