ajasco

Mar 27

Vianne Lior

Salt-wept and tide-lost,
foam-laced marionette drowns
once, the sea held hands.

#haiku

ajasco Mar 27

at dusk, and for a brief moment
i sat at the edge of the setting sun
a single breath away from unravelling
because the universe had conspired against me
and the goddess, whom i loved
was nowhere to be found.

#despair #melancholy #dark

ajasco Mar 20

torment at the door.

do i have enemies?
yes, the passage of time
the wilting of flowers
the ending of a perfect day.

#emotional #daunting #reality

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