Souls Belonging

Harmless amenities;

The ink runs and flows

For a muse so holy-

Loves me

 

Injuring farewells;

The ink has run dry

Just as my heart drops-

Loves me not

 

Hopeful longings;

The page I can't turn

Whose yellow shines through-

It could still be you

 

Conflicting wonders;

The hollow writer

Who writes for she-

It could still be me

 

Souls belonging;

The weaver of colors

The author delirious

It could still be-

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