To feel through words…
A white table, AdornedBy red roses.And two wine glasses,By a chamber stick.The scent of roses,Choked the air around,As it's petals veiled thorns,Who hushed a familiar pain.As the melancholy of love,Reverberated behind closed doors,The table cloth turned redDrenched in a lady's blood.
As i rise from the sleep of silence, Uproars rise from the horizon.I see the playful chords of summer, That dances in my orchard of apples. Then as a hundred noises, I see them pierce my dawns. Splash, babble, warble,gurgle,That mixes into this fog. The notes that scramble unbaised, Each trying to kill another.Clacking, clanging and clatters, The never-ending voices of monotonous days. And... Continue Reading →
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