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Lunarsarray Jul 20
Blood stained washcloth wiping away at a soul stained in secrets
how do you wipe the canvas clean without having to burn it

You adorn the swan that holds coffins under its wings, truths you wouldn't have found above water
You adorn the swan that masquerades it's elegance,claws that found their way to your heart
You adorn the swan that protects it's beauty for that's all it had,a gaze that left you with shame

Tethered robes that screamed struggle Soiled jewels that told mistakes I didn't want repeated
Torn photos,moments of regret I kept hidden under the bed

Doesn't it look beautiful
Hi,I think this is fire and I hope you heard what I was saying
Thanks yall
Lalit Kumar Feb 27
A child spoke, and the world stood still—
"I've lived before, I remember still."
"I buried my treasure, hidden from sight,"
"Beneath that tree, where sunlight shines bright."

Who whispered these tales to an innocent mind?
Who let the past so deeply unwind?
Are memories just echoes lost in time,
Or does the soul truly transcend life’s line?

— The End —