LILLITH'S SONG
LILLITH'S SONG
I am
swaying to an ancient rhythm
listening to familiar voices inside
patiently holding out for moments like this
where
suspended in air
gliding smoothly alongside destiny
I shape and reshape
at will
painting a canvas
with scattered memories
and shattered dreams
oil stroked remainders
clinging to stretches of mind
Time pushes forward
a pendulum
holding the past
as it moves on
blinks of bliss
short lived spasms
spark the day
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