Yellow stained the sky
Your words stained my mind
Feeling the stars
Too close to believe
And in the dark,
Wretched and formless,
I know.
I recall.
Your words
Drift by as saffron clouds.
Well, I write poetry, and I like to think I'm good at it. You should read them, Lots of people have said they're beautiful, And I like them well enough. So really. Read this blog.
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