Love could be beautiful, love could be sad and blue. This poem is about a love as sad as it is pure: it is ink blue. Yet, it is beautiful and mature like the autumn. It opens a portal to a parallel world that is limitless like the cosmos it self...
Ink blue
Meeting in their parallel world
A spectacular galactic, cosmic dance
Amidst starlit night and sun-kissed grass
Autumnal, just as their vital love
In wilderness unlit, no fake shadows cast
Near a pond moonlit, with creaks and croaks
Behind a boulder, next to a mountain-rose
Faint fragrance of the flower spread
Right there is where destiny had led
Sweet portal to a parallel world
And there they reside forever safe
The king, the queen, the ink blue night.
-Mx
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