Hells shape reveals itself
In the pupils that do not blink
Do not shutter do not think
In my head I picture a perfect day
That includes you
The dream-light echoes in my ears
In patterns of faint light
In patterns of rippling shades of
Golden autumn yellow
Fires burn in my chest
Neither warm neither cold
Spewing, humming, contemplating
Love
the sky stripped back
spits down
Tears down
Everything washes away in its waters
A collection of poems and musings by a rookie poet and constant dreamer - J.O.S.H
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