Tag: graveyard

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    Tra fiori selvatici e vino, I toast the ghosts that never learned to leave me.

    I tear the petals, I drain the bottle, I dare the night to swallow me whole.

    I bloom where I burn.

  • Graveyard

    Graveyard

    Bare soul.
    Bare bones.

    It has all gone cold,
    In my heart of stone.

    Faded away,
    To dust and ash,
    Carried away by the wind of the night.

    Only darkness,
    Only emptiness remains.
    A graveyard of memories that once were happy days.

    – “Graveyard”
    – Jacqueline Ann Lente

    Feature Image taken by Jacqueline Ann Lente