Trading Elements
Sometimes our "type" is the reason we can't find what we are missing.
By The Darkest SunrisePublished 6 months ago • Updated 6 months ago • 1 min read
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His eyes resembled the Earth
Crumbling my yearning
For swirling shades of blue
Those crystal waters that swept in
Through the eyes of past lovers
Dried at rapid speeds
Leaving only the ground
The roots
The origin
My ribcage cracked with fear
A hypothetical grief of his absence
Wondering what life would be
Without him
It seemed impossible
Incomplete
The sparkle transferred from his eyes
Reflected in mine and my daughter’s
Leaving a fleeting euphoria
Unlike the way I used to drown
In pairs of oceans
Alone
He renewed a fading spark
Adding light to who I was
What joy I own
To see and feel
The Earth
Enamor the sun
About the Creator
The Darkest Sunrise
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