Wednesday, 5 December 2018

Chords of Green

Her naked feet 
turn to the casket 
of numbness 
to reach the graves 
of dreams.

Again a few chords 
of lifeless embrace 
of promises
as the dusty keys of fog 
in the withered petals 
of the sunrise.

Her unuttered paralyzed melodies
breathe the hymns of wingless cherubs. 
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It 's time to depart.

Now it 's time to part. I saw the best in you You saw the the best in me. But I won't let anybody playing with my intellec...

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