Narcissistic Drops

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Forbidden barren halls,
Monochrome standing tall above,
Walking away with an alright smile
Changing breeze of the hazy sky,
Opaque figure burning in wet pain,
Wet as the kiss of a raindrop.

Held together to the chimes of night,
New friends made in the Roman tide,
Over the pace of those little dances,
A new sight, far away hidden in the light.
The scent of a Julian air flowing,
Air streaming the rift of a raindrop.

Vast carcass of a untouched skin,
Left to bleed below the October sky,
What is heaven on the dusty sand,
When home of many awaken dreams,
Could promise with the right words,
Sinking goodbyes won’t be found,
And every raindrop will make a sound.

– Teddy ©

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