Aftermath

The scenery
Was beautiful–
Colourful rain
And violet stars
Blooming around her.

She would always
Hear his voice
Talking inside
Her head,
Tasting her.

The scenery
Was mesmerizing–
Foamy castles
And golden shells
Touching her feet.

She would always
Fall for him
And he would always
Answer back
Like an echo of an echo.

For he was the real
For a sham
The sham for a real

And she was a willow tree,
Rooted forever
In melancholy,
But with her branches
Kissing the sky.

 

~A

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