![]() Ceremony.A Poem by Crimson_ish![]() A little hope.![]() Lisp of crescent leaves engraves the crisp summer air, Lisp of crescent leaves cover the hushed threats, Lisp of crescent leaves uncover an enthralling passage, Wildly I race, race towards the end Tip toe, I move on the hill, Crisp summer air charms my autumn chest, Pastel sky, dusky sun, all embrace my inked fingers, I settle on the crown, bottled in my escape, Ready to flow in to an eternal tomorrow. ![]() © 2016 Crimson_ishAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Crimson_ishAboutA woman in her 20s possessing ardent passion for literature and writing, secretly weaved between the trenches of her fingers are silence, melancholy, turmoil, and curiosity. I believe in universe and .. more..Writing
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