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Drawing Twilights


What happens when poets
run out of rhymes;
When music goes silent,
When calm goes wild…

What happens when romance
runs out of love;
When cupid grows tired,
When nothing’s enough…

What happens when life
runs out of itself;
When all trees wither,
When heaven turns hell…

What happens when skies
run out of stardust;
When dreamers grow weary,
When hope turns rust…

ah, yes-
I wonder…

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Hi! I'm Rose. I fancy myself a poet sometimes... But really, I'm just a dreamer- a wonder wanderer. Words are my photo albums.

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