cinnamon-colored veils.

having traversed one's thoughts;
upon the arrival of dusk.

I daren't speak loudly,
lest I awaken the gloom-ridden verses,
hidden deep beneath the dark trenches of my mind.

they have inhabited my thoughts for far too long now,
it's time to bury them deep within one's soul.

arising to the warmth,
passing through the cinnamon-colored veils;
and the tingling sensation
of the sunbeams.

"I decide;
to hoist up the idyllic ballads of the times unknown."

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