Saturday, 31 March 2018

poem 125

A shroud finite coat that covers me, dark burns from the start
I looked up, as the stars turned and surrender to this splendor of us
Chaos danced with embers, hypnotic a child witnessed each one
Looking down my shadow leaped about, still I cried a fruitless protest
‘Tomorrow’ a mirage where fools die, fabric ruined by a thread pulled
A road disappears from view, as rain drops just transformed a land

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