The blue touch kisses my lips.
The mistress of goodbye caresses our lips
in an ashy kiss.
A hollow tasting kiss from the mistress of goodbye.
I step away, acknowledging the past is gone.
I walk from the present,
and seek what the unwritten future holds.
This is beautifully done
This is beautifully done awesome write! Well done, I love it! It got that ethereal and illogical wistfulness you have blended the elements of this poem so well it's a masterful work of art! Wow! Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Glad I did
I was posting the Hero collection and listening to Nightwish. I am glad I took time to polish some poems. *Bows in a proper manner* Thank you *hugs back*
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I am an artist of words as well as paints.