Autumn

A mistral breeze spread between the sand brings upon the midnight sun through the horizon.

Hidden by shadows the darkness injects nightmares that mirror elevation trapped in your physicality.

A rose immortal with petals torn away one by one in the eye of the storm drown with the wind in the absence of light.

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About Amethyst Wilton

IT student from the Blue Mountains. I write poetry, lyrics, draw and paint.
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