Angst

in the sky's silence
 I hear the whispers
of falling blossoms

my angst roams in
nothingness of 
shadows long gone....

melancholia
becomes a souvenir
in my quill

my blood rushes red
pushing effervescent...
into heaven's tapestry

butterflies loiter
on quivering leaves
luminescing
tangerine
honeydew scents

I breathe dreams into a 
constellation born
in the blue of my quill

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