In the baths of lavender, the pills await
A solace sought for burdens great
Within the waters soothing flow
Lies a respite from the ebb and woe
Each pill a promise, a tiny key
Unlocking doors to tranquility
Dissolving worries, calming fears
A steamy tendrils dry our tears
Swallowed down with hopeful trust
These capsules small, in them we must
Find a moment, a fleeting grace
In deaths cold embrace
Baths and pills, a ritual profound
Where healing whispers can be found
In waters deep, our spirits rise
Guided by the moonlit skies
Bunden vers (Sonett)
av MissBraw
Publicerad 2024-09-08 13:59
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