Bleeding-out the heart like xylem sap,
oozing from the bark of autumn trees;
inertia, negotiating crooked grooves,
in depressed, sardonic spiral;
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cold, dark, and bitter, as sorrow be
Yet the color Indigo lets me to revive
Splendid nature's shade on my blue
Spell bound my mood of rejuvenation
Time and again, yearn for that pinch of indigo
To learn through shadows and reconstitution.
After long long time, just happened to visit this site
And you are there in posts within 24 hours :)
Delighted to read and note that your focus is same!
The 'Indigo' ever part of soul, can't let it go...
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cold, dark, and bitter, as sorrow be Yet the color Indigo lets me to revive Splendid nature's shade on my blue Spell bound my mood of rejuvenation Time and again, yearn for that pinch of indigo To learn through shadows and reconstitution. After long long time, just happened to visit this site And you are there in posts within 24 hours :) Delighted to read and note that your focus is same! The 'Indigo' ever part of soul, can't let it go...