All Aflame

The essence of true beauty

Lingers in all-encompassing rainbows

Of your joy and laughter

 

You hold my hand and smile

As we ensconce ourselves in our world of fire

Our love is all there is

 

I touch your face

Your gentleness astounds me

I'm held in the honour of your love

 

Then overnight, the world turns sour

61 mInnIts past the ELevenTHH HouRR

I'M A L 0 N E

 

Poem : Halved, by Spike Milligan

 

Textures: My own

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