Blue-deep groaning slowly skies...
And your yellow-brown eyes.
I just want to taste your lips,
To compare them with sweets.
How to feel much better now?
'Cause I'm falling slowly down.
Used to kiss you every day...
Then it went another way.
I am lost and I feel blue...
Where ARE you? Where are YOU?
Dance with death and all the fear,
I am here. Are you near?
Try to touch your peachy skin...
But you're not here, dear.
Our fortune is away,
And the sky now is just grey.
29th of March, 2024
Blue-deep groaning slowly skies...
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