Glowing paper lanterns casting
Cobalt luminescence lasting
From the early twilight’s flicker
To the breaking of the fasting.
Weary feet that go on dancing,
Tired eyes that keep on glancing
Through the blurrèd objects further
Past the time they were entrancing.
Stone-white petals that are wilting
To the music soft and lilting,
Haunted by the merry pipers
While the ground continues tilting.
And I, the Queen of all unyielding,
Standing on my broken building,
‘Round which meaning crashed and stumbled,
Strong with empty promise, wielding.
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And I hate to admit it, but I never LEARNT the terminology
Whatever it's called, there was more deletion than actual writing, a rare thing for me!
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Just make-believe.
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Your back won't tell the secrets broadcast by the nerves webbing your spine.
There aren't enough Queendoms in the world.
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Just make-believe.
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Just make-believe.
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Your back won't tell the secrets broadcast by the nerves webbing your spine.
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Just make-believe.
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