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Oblivion (Free verse) by Sway
Oblivion
A deep lamenting purple sprawls across the skies
Filling the heart, the soul, the mind with melancholy sighs
Cherubs soar like little dreams through everlasting love
Their wings flutter like whispers soft, to carry them above
The stars appear as holes, on the darkened curtain of night
Through the holes in the curtain, glimmer bits of Heavens white light
Pinkish hues define eternity, dizzying brightness tickles the land
My dreams are made of angelic love,
Come along and take my hand.
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