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Far Our Hours Reached

written by: Rando Mithlo



For what it's worth, thought of where you are
In these scarlet eves 'neath the starling swarms
Far our hours reached and left to collapse
In your pink and black with shades pushed back
No words withheld, weight of things we'd say
It meant everything within an ephemeral place

Glow in your iris, speak as you had
At bonfire side your phantom drinks by mine
A specious ride, so faultless in sight
At embers height and owl eyed
There where you stood as if swag surround
In your gold bow crown with my arms around
Then, it couldn't end, now here we stand
Doomed like before
To whom I adore

Rando Mithlo

Rando Mithlo

-Artist and Writer from Los Angeles currently living in Indiana- the bulk of my writings are short stories and poems that deal with a range of subjects including: emotional distress, strange happenings, thrillers and suspensestories.
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