Winter days
The essence of rust once delayed discoloring what was
A movement ever so still placed kneeling in a field encased with the first touch enclosed colored like dust
Translucent as I once was my skin is now opaque
I’m never ending
But I have made a vow, alive
I’ve wondered looking from afar with wistful dreams to open and acquire the childhood seam, worn and forgot and I wonder
How it feels
Black shell, it hides a scent of glimmer
The essence of rust once delayed discoloring what was
A movement ever so still placed kneeling in a field encased with the first touch enclosed colored like dust
Translucent as I once was my skin is now opaque
I’m never ending
But I have made a vow, alive
I’ve wondered looking from afar with wistful dreams to open and acquire the childhood seam, worn and forgot and I wonder
How it feels
Black shell, it hides a scent of glimmer
( Sundrowned )
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