Feb 13, 2013


Sadly, the nimbus clouds are floating

secretly departing brows
desperately rushing to fallen petals
every tongue bowing to the ground

With moans
that petition the dark burn
to dance and shatter
to howl sacredly at every seared sky
for love does die
We have become sandstorms
which blend like water and oil
Never to be seen
O' misery!
It has croaked by the beaten sun
been the Judas of human side
the failure of love and mankind
now, the winsome self-destruct
you and I give up
eschewing the twirls
rumbling, tumbling
within the madness of our stance
beckoning for time to end
But, it has its time, therefore
we mope upon each frown
shallower for the tears to drown


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