Seraph tears fill my inkwell
I write our initials on obsidian
They resonate light that fell
Encompassing; your eyes the meridian
Destination nowhere but here
Your skin fair as moonlight
Lips red like ruby
Hair black as the night sky
A song bird of beauty
© The Sad Owl
Categories: poetry
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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