under vermilion sky,
you're rhapsody between
heartbeats & raindrops
drip...drip...drip ....
longing for home
that i can't return to-
that i can't traced back-
a drizzled map, between
book markers & side margin notes,
unfolds as i unwind clocks
click...click...click ....
vellichor
this longing wells
for your fingers
scented of sepia ink
running along my spine
and fragile pages
burn...burn...burn ....
Title* From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, you'll find words you won't find in a traditional dictionary yet.... like "Vellichor" ("The strange wistfulness of used bookshops, which are somehow infused with the passage of time......)
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