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fantastic06 14 | idyllic solivagant
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Elegiac leaves only mourn, leaving a map of scars drawn across the horizons...
We still have many unanswered questions, right?
This is not my best piece, just...thoughts.

Too many dots in my life

Thunder rumbles in the attic

Thunder rumbles in the attic, as the curtains flare

Thunder rumbles in the attic, as the curtains flare immersing in golden sunlight

Thunder rumbles in the attic, as the curtains flare immersing in golden sunlight, gazing into the luminaries

Thunder rumbles in the attic, as the curtains flare immersing in golden sunlight, gazing into the luminaries;

The stars still has an aureole

The stars still has an aureole, encircling around it's head

The stars still has an aureole, encircling around it's head, more like

The stars still has an aureole, encircling around it's head, more like.

The stars still has an aureole, encircling around it's head, more like..

The stars still has an aureole, encircling around it's head, more like...

The stars still has an aureole, encircling around it's head, more like... a luminous tiara

The stars still has an aureole, encircling around it's head, more like... a luminous tiara.

Once

Once, the most vibrant rose in the garden

Once, the most vibrant rose in the garden was used as the headpiece

Once, the most vibrant rose in the garden was used as the headpiece,

Once, the most vibrant rose in the garden was used as the headpiece, now it lay wrinkled

Once, the most vibrant rose in the garden was used as the headpiece, now it lay wrinkled, under the scorching sun

Once, the most vibrant rose in the garden was used as the headpiece, now it lay wrinkled, under the scorching sun, stuck between the tendrils in the vineyard

Once, the most vibrant rose in the garden was used as the headpiece, now it lay wrinkled, under the scorching sun, stuck between the tendrils in the vineyard.

Canticles are sung by the tides

Canticles are sung by the tides, the sunburned sand

Canticles are sung by the tides, the sunburned sand lay shriveled upon it's feet

Canticles are sung by the tides, the sunburned sand lay shriveled upon it's feet, pleading to wash away their

Canticles are sung by the tides, the sunburned sand lay shriveled upon it's feet, pleading to wash away their sins.

Every white-washed walls

Every white-washed walls looks as if

Every white-washed walls looks as if, it was just scraped with chalks

Every white-washed walls looks as if, it was just scraped with chalks, tainted day after day.

Elegiac leaves only mourn

Elegiac leaves only mourn, leaving a map of scars

Elegiac leaves only mourn, leaving a map of scars drawn across the horizons

Elegiac leaves only mourn, leaving a map of scars drawn across the horizons,

Elegiac leaves only mourn, leaving a map of scars drawn across the horizons, Perhaps

Elegiac leaves only mourn, leaving a map of scars drawn across the horizons, Perhaps, because of a thousand questions

Elegiac leaves only mourn, leaving a map of scars drawn across the horizons, Perhaps, because of a thousand questions,

A thousand dots

dots

dots.

Thank you... @fantastic06

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