Teardrop on bass guitar.
Strings of broken dreams.
Captured smiles when rhythm walked.
Blueberry skies as the ocean embraced tranquil.
Years perished false hope.
Music like dust, caged under the spell of regret.
Songs revealed like sugar turned into salt.
Strong feeling like bolt of lightning.
Incarnated spirit of young Shinn, whose soul remained like child’s.
Imprisoned in a metal bar, eaten by loneliness and grief.
Laced feet couldn’t wander the descant of mellifluous triumph.
An ode to future, deepening the wounds.
Fed with rice ball of nightmares, could never fabricate written scribbles.
Ink of enduring scuffs made flickering flames of stars turn into ashes.
But pavements persisted.
Aoi, illuminating his holes of past with vulnerability.
Showed her compass towards the exit.
Made him see the reflection of parallel universe of old and new self.
Acceptance amended strings of torment.
Had broken glasses of storm.
Sound of footsteps like a symphony.
Bow of rain in a blueberry sky.
As they crossed the melody of “Her Blue Sky”.
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