An Emotion Leak.


Poetry 8

A taste of storm lingers in the air,
As my footsteps trail the secrets of the moor;
Echoes of the past lure me across,
With the voice of the voe a haunting ballad,
And Under the stars I sit
To draw an ode to your memory.

I scry the words to paint the soul of you;
Your sunkissed canvas of splattered freckles,
Hazel eyes that lure with promises of dawn,
Lips that drug with the taste of rain,
Weary smiles tinted with the chaos of life,
Arms that embrace the chasms of the sky,
Skin dewed with drops of nature,
The warmth of your blush under my touch.

Now this lonely heart yearns
For the shambles of our love.
Oh, how it yearns!
My heart raged wilder than waves;
And my soul roamed the woods at night;
In the wisps of my time of you.
Under the stars I sit
To draw an ode to your memory.


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