ajar doors, now wide open.
i can sense the wind blowing.
cool breeze through thin veil
touching cheeks and forehead.
embrace the moment.
exhale.
when a wolf hour hits,
and each minute's a century,
I turn to my memory,
your heart beats on scale.
just a distance afar,
not too far from my heart,
oh I hear it, the sound goes rapidly.
yes, I've been torn apart,
but now I'm holding the cup,
and I'm drinking avidly.
next time moving along
to the same reckless song,
whirlng, we stare and we glow.
nothing good's gonna last,
but looking back at my past,
none's a wreck,
it's now gone.
gone
© Copyright: Неттер Линг, 2022
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