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| toosolewrites |✍️ pinned «And so I will wait For a love that's Never ever coming, Like your puppy dog Sleeping at your grave #ts #lg»

Out of the blue Ocean i come with Chaos and silence, All equipped. #ts #nss

You know darling, first light is a season away, You know darling this fire seldom dazzles; If fears should come before they go away, If seasons should spin before the dust settles, Darling, why don't you come closer? Why don't you come closer? #ts #rtc

And after all the chaos Is done over with, I was never gone.

Your shine, Not like mine: Your aura bright-eyed I hide. #ts #nss

Like blind eyes If only I Could look away And never See again. #ts #nss

Recall you were loved, In cold times and in Earth's blankets I watched Your sun rise to warmth. I burned for the fire of you, And for the fire of you And from it I ran away. #ts #clmr

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And in me too The sun rises, Whether or not I know fully, and Even if I see or Do not see the One which you Know, if you do, Or least call sun. #ts #sn #nss

If when seen to the moth I am one that survives on Pretty flying butterflies, Then 'least I ought to be; One pretty flying butterfly. #ts #btf

And silent best becomes You, for, out of question, You were raised by silence. #ts #nss

And so I will wait For the warmth of love To find me again; But like a wound Perhaps I will hug The cold of pain, first. #ts #clmr

"Rain," they call her. But new are her scents Always and old, and old And very old will grow The touch of her hands On my September chicks, So, "My love," I call her. #ts #clmr

A million times danced Under the scorching sun, A million more jibed Under the pouring rain. #ts #ssn #nss

It was a war song And a forgotten poem, The long silence of Of a January skies. #ts #pgnt

Oh darling, if The rain comes I'll Be the butterfly. And if the sun Burns dry my summer Wings I'll be, yes, The butterfly. #ts #btf #ssn