Category: /General/Washed-up your
facial nuance, like jellyfish
at abandoned shore.
I was collecting shells
today, to write a poem for
your brown irises.
will not say anything, but were dying
when you were away..
In rains you take a
figure, like a blue black bird
ready to fly away.
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