Opus

By Orizielle

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a lonely Saturday conversation on the wrong side of the yellow bedroom curtains. ... || Wattys Winner 2018 || More

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Elysium
Heaven
Rain in September
Reverie
Delilah
A date with Madonna
December in the city
Camaraderie
6th of July
Oh, Ophelia
After
Etherea
Father and Mother
I think this is a love poem
Rosa
The question
Gabriel
February
Euphorie
New Year's Eve
Neverland
Amour
New wave love
Ether
Bob Dylan's lover
When will the world end?
Rush
Acquaintance
A letter to grandma
A letter for grandpa
I do not paint
They
Oblivion
Of loverboys and imaginary cities
Duality
Reincarnation
Paris
Raindrops on a yellow taxi
Absinthe
What is July to you?
And August?
Disintegration
Vive la Révolution
Deception
Illusory
Shackle
Smoke
The Grave
Apart
Hope
Gone
Forever
Goodbye
Somewhere
Damita
Insipid
Of late
Ecstasy
Fall
Winter
A clichéd love poem
To the daughter I will never have
Cynic
Spring-child
Insurrection
Entity
Hiraeth
|| The End ||

Solis

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By Orizielle

\\ old poem \\

Your smile, bright as the sun,

It lights up my world. Still.

Even though it's never meant for me anymore

Like it once was.

I could read your eyes

And the warmth of your skin, your hand in mine.

I don't miss you anymore, but when I see that smile,

The ground beneath my feet shifts.

And not a day goes by, when I don't thank my stars

To have crossed paths with you,

Because you are once in a lifetime

An infinity.

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