Poem Written on Wednesday,21, Sept. For Grace Azumi
The one who named you grace is the beacon peak whom you struck at birth. Who could smile like you and be so gracious?
Stuck in my quick plight to reignite once more an imagery of you leaves me stuck in these graphs, plotted by captains of dusk and prison dungeon’s.
The many much who mourn do not know how it feels that your palm cannot be held and your kiss-full cheeks cannot be kissed.
Teased by the foggy extracts and macabre of pain it is daunting to fall asleep and not shiver or lay idly, leaning on ones pivotal joint sensing the droughts from an inner void and the cold displeases, odd hours pass by and one jots free notes on impulse.
As you reach rims and heights and spheres we reiterate from past torrents and walk freely on empathy ridiculed by time in its lunar glitch and glitter, we know just where to find you our precious jewel Azumi.
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