A prolonged imaginary
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chrysalis_06 14 | be a voice, not an echo...
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Warning : imagination overloaded (well,I'm not sure if it is "over"loaded) but I'm telling you, it won't make sense if it is casually read!

A prolonged imaginary

The clouds look as if

The clouds look as if tomorrow is tucked between their collars

The clouds look as if tomorrow is tucked between their collars, as they balter

The clouds look as if tomorrow is tucked between their collars, as they balter to the song of the nightingale

The clouds look as if tomorrow is tucked between their collars, as they balter to the song of the nightingale, the spume churns under their feet

The clouds look as if tomorrow is tucked between their collars, as they balter to the song of the nightingale, the spume churns under their feet; the orphic stars

The clouds look as if tomorrow is tucked between their collars, as they balter to the song of the nightingale, the spume churns under their feet; the orphic stars peek through the window sill.

The weeds sway

The weeds sway, as the old cypress tress

The weeds sway, as the old cypress tress shades their memories

The weeds sway, as the old cypress tress shades their memories, cradling their innocent

The weeds sway, as the old cypress tress shades their memories, cradling their innocent, rounded buds

The weeds sway, as the old cypress tress shades their memories, cradling their innocent, rounded buds, as tiny as a bean

The weeds sway, as the old cypress tress shades their memories, cradling their innocent, rounded buds, as tiny as a bean; absquatulate one day

The weeds sway, as the old cypress tress shades their memories, cradling their innocent, rounded buds, as tiny as a bean; absquatulate one day, without a trace

The weeds sway, as the old cypress tress shades their memories, cradling their innocent, rounded buds, as tiny as a bean; absquatulate one day, without a trace.

The weeds sway, as the old cypress tress shades their memories, cradling their innocent, rounded buds, as tiny as a bean; absquatulate one day, without a trace..

The weeds sway, as the old cypress tress shades their memories, cradling their innocent, rounded buds, as tiny as a bean; absquatulate one day, without a trace...

The withered flowers

The withered flowers, lay shriveled upon

The withered flowers, lay shriveled upon it's path

The withered flowers, lay shriveled upon it's path, as stardust

The withered flowers, lay shriveled upon it's path, as stardust plummets down like a wingless

The withered flowers, lay shriveled upon it's path, as stardust plummets down like a wingless butterfly

The withered flowers, lay shriveled upon it's path, as stardust plummets down like a wingless butterfly, the cosmic dreams

The withered flowers, lay shriveled upon it's path, as stardust plummets down like a wingless butterfly, the cosmic dreams dances around your freckled cheek

The withered flowers, lay shriveled upon it's path, as stardust plummets down like a wingless butterfly, the cosmic dreams dances around your freckled cheek and disappears into thin air

The withered flowers, lay shriveled upon it's path, as stardust plummets down like a wingless butterfly, the cosmic dreams dances around your freckled cheek and disappears into thin air.

Your fingers are drawn

Your fingers are drawn a long way

Your fingers are drawn a long way and so does

Your fingers are drawn a long way and so does your prolonged imaginary

prolonged imaginary

prolonged imaginary.

Thank you... @fantastic06

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