Scuttle Sculpted Scales
Outpourings castings call, buckets, tag outreach, what mangroves, toll, savannas roll. JustPrecipice of Delusion
Hidden passions, shadow in your brokenness,
the waves of a horizonless sea groove,
where the abyss whispers its charm,
and misfortune is drawn on its mountain.
The days dance like broken mirrors
in the void of a silent clock;
the cold nights whisper sobs
and their hope lies in the forgotten.
It is your existence a fragmented glass,
that the precipice of illusions casts;
drop by drop the moments break,
leaving a river that dances in ashes.
It hurts to see you, evening tears,
in this farce where the dawn dies;
you were a diamond star comet,
and today you are a feather lost in the calm.
Though your wings rest on the ground,
your star flutters in the deep heavens;
and in every lightning, in every clear longing,
you live in the reflection that illuminates other worlds.
Amb Ruby Meraki Meraki Oenomel/Ruby Kaila Malhotra
Canada
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