Thursday, January 5

Renga

midnight odyssey
raindrops blend with butterflies
trapped in destiny

dawn pierces the silent spell
lonely sonata ensues

before departure
leave infinite at the door
time tells no more lies

hark; the broken-hearted's cry
heralds Fancy's requiem

pariah's blind thrill
on parched lips, a trace it stains
scattered bliss (is there?)

- Retrodictive -

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